tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18501578556819755872024-03-12T17:23:50.423-06:00Thinking Sticks: Playing with IdeasNatural learning is about making connections, in history, philosophy, belief and practice. <br>Tie in music, art, science, geography, patterns, religion, animals, minerals or vegetables. <br>This is unschooling practice and strewing practice, except that it's as real as anything.
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<i>Scatter it out and rearrange it!</i></p>Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-70984923742220278382021-08-18T22:23:00.002-06:002023-07-11T16:30:37.611-06:00Plastic copies of metal copies of...Sometimes basketry, carved wood, pottery or glass items came to be made in metal for a while. Then plastic copied that. In the U.S./Europe, that happend with drinking cups, dishes, baskets themselves (those bypassed metal, generally), wheelbarrows (some are still metal, but only decorative wheelbarrows are wooden), and different kinds of chairs.<br />
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In India, there are plastic chairs that are suggestive of carved ivory.<br />
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<img src="https://sandradodd.com/albums/c111/SandraDodd/india/DSC00232.jpg" border="0" alt="plastic chair in India"/></center><p><br>American-designed chairs, originally wooden, some made in steel and aluminum, before plastics came along:<center><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmixAllD4Dy9a7K6RdW71DV_9q3_b1vabB312aSLwHi4pBn1VNKNCqbRlsTVnXCzQqlnIMVyh5z_ReYxvJrcU27P-3LZVfJcvIL5PsSwDogXmjtlC4oy7U-komJ6cbGe266OwceGicg4k/s2356/chairsHollyHouse.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="plastic Adirondack chairs on a porch in New Mexico" border="0" width="96%" data-original-height="1022" data-original-width="2356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmixAllD4Dy9a7K6RdW71DV_9q3_b1vabB312aSLwHi4pBn1VNKNCqbRlsTVnXCzQqlnIMVyh5z_ReYxvJrcU27P-3LZVfJcvIL5PsSwDogXmjtlC4oy7U-komJ6cbGe266OwceGicg4k/s600/chairsHollyHouse.jpg"/></a></div></center>
<i>Written in 2015 and saved at <a href="https://sandradodd.com/trails">Following Trails</a></i>:<blockquote>In India, they make plastic versions of the clay water pots they made for a long time. Before plastic, they were metal.<p>
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Where I live (and I don't know whether it's all of my ancestry's neighborhoods, too), we have plastic buckets that are like the metal buckets we had before that were the same shape as the wooden buckets that were made way before my time. I have seen wooden buckets in England and in the northeastern U.S., but not in New Mexico. Wood dries out and shrinks, in the desert. The metal bands will just fall off of an old bucket or barrel here, if it's not full of something. People use half-barrels as planters. In my front yard, now that I think of it, I have two half barrels made of plastic!
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We also have plastic jugs, like for milk and for maple syrup, that are like things that were made of glass before, that were like things made of pottery before that.<p>
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<a href="https://thinkingsticks.blogspot.com/2008/10/hand-pumps-siphons-water-containers.html">https://thinkingsticks.blogspot.com/2008/10/hand-pumps-siphons-water-containers.html</a></center></blockquote><hr><br>This topic has sat unfinished for a while. I'll post it and bring photos back to it as I come to them.
Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-9724047294300873182021-07-27T13:16:00.009-06:002023-01-14T12:46:23.236-07:00Fly TippingThis blog never was appreciated by anyone but me, but still, I will keep it, because some posts are quoted in <a href="https://justaddlightandstir.blogspot.com/"><i>Just Add Light and Stir</i></a>, or on <a href="https://sandradodd.com/">my site</a>.<br><br>
There are 22 unfinished posts, which might never be finished. Maybe I should release them as they are, and work on them later (or accept comments and ideas on the partial versions).<br><br>This was on my facebook page, and has lots of comments there. Everyday knowledge will bring total blankness in other places (and times).<br><br>
<hr><br><br><a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=10151590488181374&set=a.77044101373">July 26,2013, I wrote</a>:
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Brits, do not tell. This is a mystery for north Americans.
Don't anybody tell yet. Let people have a day or two to wonder, and ponder, and giggle and google.
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There are many comments, and some talk of cow-tipping, brollies, bum bags and such, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=10151590488181374&set=a.77044101373">at that link</a>.Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-92199836590436344722018-11-06T12:37:00.000-07:002018-11-06T12:37:20.374-07:00Human sacrifice? Maybe...Part one, to which I want to add other stories. This reminds me of a story from the book <I>Strange Survivals,</i> by Sabine Baring-Gould, which I hope to find and bring.<br />
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It's about an excavated Easter Island statue: "The excavation team also found about 800 grams of natural red pigment — nearly two pounds — in the burial hole, along with a human burial." This is from a current UCLA project to excavate a couple of the "heads."<br />
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Thor Heyderdahl had already excavated one in the 1950's. This image also came from the article above.<br />
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<i>Marty Robbins</i><br />
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<table align=right width=40% border=1 cellpadding=8><td>I've added this song to my <a HREF="https://sandradodd.com/smallwords">"Small Words" page</a>. "Shack" was originally of the desert southwest/Mexican origin (probably), and "gull" is from Welsh (long ago), but otherwise the words are old to ancient English. Though the stereotypical "anglo-saxon words" are four letters, the longest word ("evermore") is plenty old and English. It's two four-letter words stuck together.<br />
<p>Musically, this is (as is the song "El Paso," also written by Marty Robbins) in the style of Mexican music. Marty Robbins grew up in Arizona. This song has quite a calypso and seaside element, whereas "El Paso" is in the traditional "ranchera" style (northern Mexico, Arizona, New Mexico and Texas).</td></table><i><br />
</i> I told Mary about us, <br />
I told her about our great sin.<br />
Mary cried and forgave me,<br />
Mary took me back again,<br />
Said if I wanted my freedom<br />
I could be free evermore.<br />
But I don't want to be,<br />
and I don't want to see <br />
Mary cry anymore.<br />
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Oh, Devil Woman,<br />
Devil Woman, let go of me.<br />
Devil Woman, let me be,<br />
And leave me alone.<br />
I want to go home.<br />
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Mary is waitin' and weepin'<br />
down in our shack by the sea.<br />
Even after I've hurt her,<br />
Mary's still in love with me.<br />
Devil Woman it's over,<br />
trapped no more by your charms,<br />
Cause I don't want to stay.<br />
I want to get away; <br />
Woman let go of my arm.<br />
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Oh, Devil Woman,<br />
Devil Woman, let go of me.<br />
Devil Woman, let me be,<br />
And leave me alone.<br />
I want to go home.<br />
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Devil Woman, you're evil, <br />
like the dark coral reef.<br />
Like the winds that bring high tides,<br />
you bring sorrow and grief.<br />
You made me ashamed to face Mary<br />
barely had the strength to tell.<br />
Skies are not so black,<br />
Mary took me back, <br />
Mary has broken your spell.<br />
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Oh, Devil Woman,<br />
Devil Woman, let go of me.<br />
Devil Woman, let me be,<br />
And leave me alone.<br />
I want to go home.<br />
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Runnin' along by the seashore, <br />
runnin' as fast as I can.<br />
Even the seagulls are happy<br />
glad I'm comin' home again.<br />
Never again will I ever<br />
cause another tear to fall.<br />
Down the beach I see<br />
What belongs to me,<br />
The one I want most of all.<br />
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Oh, Devil Woman,<br />
Devil Woman, don't follow me.<br />
Devil Woman let me be,<br />
And leave me alone.<br />
I'm goin' back home.<br />
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There are a dozen or more songs on the Small Words page. Here's another post from this blog that led there, too, through the song <a HREF="https://thinkingsticks.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunshine-and-small-words.html">Sunshine</a>, by Jonathan Edwards.<br />
Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-87618848797986709932015-06-20T08:33:00.001-06:002015-06-20T08:35:19.031-06:00Bears and pajamas in the same songOn my <A HREF="https://www.facebook.com/groups/309576582481971/">Lyrics Game group on facebook</a>, in the same month someone put up "lions, tigers, bears, oh my" (play any of those), and someone else put up sleepwear.<br />
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I posted this, after playing in both from the same songs:<blockquote><br />
Songs with "bear/bears" and "pajamas" both.<br />
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These things might have come up because there's a six year old at my house.<br />
I'm not makine a serious play, just pointing out that in one day, these two came up: Bananas in Pajamas theme song, and "Down By the Bay" by Raffi. smile emoticon<br />
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It's possible there's a third. The world is weird like that.<br />
Teddy Bear's picnic is close, but no... pajama. <br />
(And no specific bedclothes, when their parents take them home to bed.)<br />
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I didn't post the videos there, but will here:<br />
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Brie Jontry brought this:<br />
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I had to Google a little to make sure this was right - it is! I remembered it from an "Alaska songs" radio show smile emoticon<br />
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"Talk of your cold, refrigeratin' mamas,<br />
Brother, she's a polar bear's pajamas!"<br />
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<i>From the movie "Pete Kelly's Blues" - 1955</i>Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-12473478082894473722015-01-21T22:29:00.002-07:002020-10-07T17:14:01.402-06:00Super BeaverDavina Harrington, who lives in Western Australia, sent this:<br />
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Hi Sandra,<br />
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I took this photo the other day while we were out. It reminded me of your <a HREF="https://sandradodd.com/truck">"Leaning on a Truck"</a> writing. The kids and I go out on what we call music drives. We hop in the van and my daughter Jette connects my phone to the stereo and we choose songs and sing along and chat as we drive. Sometimes we have a destination in mind, other times we make it up as we go along. Each time we go on one of our jaunts we learn something and we connect. Whenever one of the kids or even myself suggests going on a music drive it's instant excitement. Reading "Leaning on a Truck" helped me to move from being a mum who might not have said "Yes! Let's go" to one who smiles whenever someone suggests it. <br />
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I feel less doubt the longer we unschool. <br />
Thank you for the time and effort you put into helping others. <br />
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<center>It's a Leyland Super Beaver. We loved the name.</center><br />
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Some exchange of info about these photos: <br />
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<b>Me/Sandra:</b> HOW COOL! The story, and the truck. I was sorry, in Australia, not to be where I could see a road train, but this is like a road barge!! <font color=gray><i>(If you read the sign, it says when the truck was loaded they wouldn't drive more than 35 km per hour. That's 21.7 mph. A crawl.)</i></font><br />
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<b>Davina:</b> We have so many road trains here! I will get some pictures for you Port Hedland also had the world record for the longest train one year too!<br />
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<b>Me:</b> The same company also made <a HREF="http://www.hcvc.com.au/forum/YaBB.pl?num=1334331556/all">a "Super Hippo"</a> with cattle cars.<br />
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<b>Davina:</b> It's at the Don Rhodes Mining Museum in Port Hedland in Western Australia.<br />
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Davina send a note about a big wheelbarrow recently: <a HREF="http://wheelbarrowthings.blogspot.com/2014/12/giant-wheelbarrow-in-western-australia.html">Giant wheelbarrow in Western Australia</a><br />
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Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-10127452053082764232014-09-11T15:57:00.001-06:002020-10-07T17:19:51.133-06:00Artsy ReflectionsThis is a photo by Sam Jones, scanned from an article in People Magazine (September 30, 2011).<br />
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It has been in my office with a note saying "scan this." <br />
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Nice reflection of the Hollywood sign. The whole article had photos taken of Neil Patrick Harris and that sign and that car.<br />
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I wanted it to go with my collection here: Reflections on Mirrors: <a HREF="https://sandradodd.com/mirrors">http://sandradodd.com/mirrors</a><br />
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That has lots of notes and images, some of my relatives, some of strangers.<br />
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Holly did this all herself: <br />
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Here's the future Baron of al-Barran:<br />
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And the rest of my family, though none of that is in chronological order:<br />
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<center><a href="https://sandradodd.com/albums/c111/SandraDodd/website%20various%20bits/mirrors/mirrorkirbybaby.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://sandradodd.com/albums/c111/SandraDodd/website%20various%20bits/mirrors/mirrorkirbybaby.jpg" /></a></center>Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-84583167733133707112014-05-09T13:37:00.007-06:002020-10-07T17:34:02.435-06:00Connections at 20,000 feetI've brought something written when Holly was 12 years old<br />
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April 17, 2003<br />
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Holly has asked this week about "worthwhile" and "ruthlessness." She wanted to know what they meant and why they meant that. <br />
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Then yesterday we were watching an old Twilight Zone episode, Nightmare at 20,000 Feet (with William Shatner) and at the end Rod Serling intones a long speech Holly understood none of. We wound it back a couple of times for me to try to write it down for her. I missed a phrase, but we quit trying. In 1963 nobody could have wound it back or looked it up on google. One pass and probably most of the viewers said "what?"<br />
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But after I had it scribbled as well as I could in two passes, we were discussing these terms:<br />
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<tr><td>"The flight of Mr. Robert Wilson has ended now, a flight not only from point A to point B, but also from the fear of recurring mental breakdown. Mr. Wilson has that fear no longer, though, for the moment, he is, as he has said, alone in this assurance. Happily, his conviction will not remain isolated too much longer, for happily, tangible manifestation is very often left as evidence of trespass, even from so intangible a quarter as the Twilight Zone." <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20161021025855/https://www.angelfire.com/fl/twilightzonelist/closingnarrations2.html">**</a><br />
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isolated <br />
tangible manifestation (and then discussed "redundant")<br />
"evidence of trespass"<br />
and "so intangible a quarter as The Twilight Zone."<br />
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"Quarter" has a LOT of meanings, and a couple of them very intangible kinds of things! <br />
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When we were sitting down to watch Twilight Zone, Holly had to move the Tank Girl comic books she had been reading. One was called "The Odyssey." Then the DVD menu came up, and one of the episodes is called "The Odyssey of Flight 33." I was in the next room and she yelled to tell me about that, and I said "You saw the word 'odyssey' twice in an hour? Cool!"<br />
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"I saw the word 'odyssey' twice in one MINUTE!<br />
What IS an odyssey?"<br />
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I told her it was a long adventurous trip, often unplanned. Reminded her of Jason, fleece/argonauts, and she said "and next comes the saga?"<br />
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She's right. Mixing languages and cultures, except where they meet in English.<br />
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That's a lot of vocabulary and history tie-in to come in the small space between the 1990s' Tank Girl comics and some late 50's/early 60's Twilight Zone on a Wednesday night, and it wasn't anything I could have planned, but I was happy to go with it when Holly brought it up.<br />
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Sandra<br />
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Now, years later, technology makes explorations and connections even easier. <br />
Some people might be able to see the episode here: <a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/440824">http://www.hulu.com/watch/440824</a><br />
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But it's not any one TV program or book or film that helps. It's a quantity of various things, and having a mind that is not closed down with fear, shame, self-conscious, so that connections will come easily and joyously.<br />
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If one wanted to continue down this 20,000 foot path, though, here is something on <a href="http://sciphishow.com/sps-1x02-nightmare-at-20000-feet-epistemology-transcript/">NIGHTMARE AT 20,000 FEET & EPISTEMOLOGY</a> — a transcript of a podcast called The Sci Phi show. "Epistemology" is a pilosophical term referring to how and why we believe and know what we think we know. That episode is thick with material for those thoughts. Seeing, thinking, expression, reflection.<br />
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Don't disparage the sources. Let thoughts flow.Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-38279876329559656382014-05-02T08:02:00.001-06:002020-10-07T17:46:34.129-06:00…and a burritoOnce when playing <A HREF="http://sandradodd.com/writey">Writey Drawey</a>, a lake and a wombat turned into a gerbil and a burrito, and then a guinea pig and a burrito. Nice! <br />
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Today someone posted this on Hallie Kasiri's facebook page: <br />
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I used to make one-drop pancakes for Holly's pet rats.<br />
We have given tiny watermelon slices to prairie dogs.<br />
Same effect—they hold them and look SO CUTE!Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-23410064596304493452014-01-11T19:13:00.000-07:002014-09-28T21:08:36.759-06:00Reflections, Projections and Shadows<table align=center><td>Sometimes light makes a picture on a wall, or table, or ceiling, because it passed through, or didn't pass through, some object or substance. Sometimes it's water, or a treebranch in the wind, and the image has motion. Sometimes it's through a tinted window or a prism, and the image has colors.<br />
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Some things are shadows, and some are projections, and some are combinations. <br />
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This first one is my shadow, and the frames of the windowpanes in the front door, falling on a map of the U.S., at Emily Schnarr's house in Bryn Athyn, Pennsylvania.</td><td> </td><td><img height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS8JdzrMFSlDi74Yuxqx4QpMPWl1iyEZ7e8vzsH7RYY_qsJOV9fx0-qH1yIj91nWKCidXNKqpIod9-RxfPGXewVvyWVjr-Ev7PHjeKKwJCZweA4n3En-gfJ6m-C0kD8VL46_6PHMilRL9P/s400/morningSecond.jpg" width="317"></td></table><br />
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"Objects in mirror…" message reflected or projected? Some and some?<br />
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This one is a blue plastic pitcher sitting behind a cloth screen, with low winter sunlight coming through both.<br />
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Sunset in a laundry basket:<br />
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Holly at the bean in Chicago:<br />
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Holly at the zoo one day:<br />
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Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-21726791087142153592013-12-21T11:24:00.001-07:002013-12-21T11:25:10.797-07:00Mysterious mysteriesWhen I create a new post on <i>Just Add Light and Stir,</i> sometimes I check to see if the title I'm about to use has been used before. Yesterday's was "Mysteries." It had not been used.<br />
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<table width=70% align=center><td><table align=center cellpadding=8><td>There are amusing mysteries, spooky mysteries, beautiful mysteries and sacred mysteries.<br />
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Sometimes a thing is just a thing, and sometimes it's mystery.</td><td><img src="http://i1274.photobucket.com/albums/y421/JustAddLight/NM-TX/DSC09642.jpg" border="0" alt=" photo DSC09642.jpg"/></td></table><center>Other mysteries here: <a HREF="http://sandradodd.com/mystery/">SandraDodd.com/mystery</a><br />
<font size=-1><i>photo by Sandra Dodd</i></font></center></td></table><br />
I liked that to one called "Everyday mysteries," with a slightly similar photo. But there were others, by name and theme, and I'm gathering them together here.<br />
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<table width=70% align=center><td><font size=+1>Everyday Mysteries</font> (July 27, 2011):<br />
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We don't know what will happen today. Plans can change. Unexpected things happen, and we don't even know whether they will be pleasant surprises or oopsies. <br />
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Life can be mysterious. Learn to love surprises!<br />
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<center><a HREF="http://sandradodd.com/martyninja">SandraDodd.com/martyninja</a><br />
<font size=-1><i>photo by Sandra Dodd</i></font></center><hr><br />
<font size=+1>A beautiful mystery</font> (June 2, 2013):<br />
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<table align=center cellpadding=10><td>"I want to see Lucas Sven Leuenberger's math rock band. But where? When?<br />
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"The future is a beautiful mystery."<div align=right>—Doozy Dodd</div></td><td><a HREF="http://s1274.photobucket.com/user/JustAddLight/media/Colleen%20Prieto/IMG_2003.jpg.html?sort=2&o=12"><img src="http://i1274.photobucket.com/albums/y421/JustAddLight/Colleen%20Prieto/IMG_2003.jpg" border="0" alt=" photo IMG_2003.jpg"/></a></td></table>One doesn't need to know what math rock is to appreciate the comment about the future.<br />
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<font size=-1><i>photo by Colleen Prieto</i></font></center><br />
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<font size=+1>The Mystery of the Moment</font> (January 11, 2013):<br />
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<img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c111/SandraDodd/website%20various%20bits/addlight/addlight7/trainyard.jpg" align=left hspace=12 vspace=8>"What's in there?" Even before children can talk they wonder. They want to look in boxes, suitcses, open drawers, look into cabinets. Life is a mystery—a puzzle full of wonder with things inside other things, surprises in disguises.<p>When I was a kid, I was curious about buildings, houses, garages and sheds in my home town. I had a goal of going into every house. I tried to go into every business. Visiting friends, selling cookies, trick-or-treating and Christmas carolling got me peeks into private homes. <p>Some folks are curious about how machines work, or similarities in the skeletons of different birds. Some learn how guitars are built, or what makes a soufflé rise. Notice what your children wonder about. Help them explore the world. Nurture your own curiosity. You can't know what will happen, or what you will find, and some of it will be wonderful. <p>A mom named Amy left a comment on a <i>Just Add Light and Stir</i> post:<blockquote>I had always wanted to learn to be live in the moment, but it seemed a great mystery. Having my daughter and becoming an unschooler, I finally get it! . . . We are living together, happily, every day. What a nice way to be.</blockquote><center><a HREF="http://justaddlightandstir.blogspot.com/2011/07/be-where-your-child-is.html?showComment=1312126866482#c987321394525759480">Amy's comment is here</a><br />
<font size=-1><i>photo by Sandra Dodd</i></font></center></td></table><hr>There was one with "…a sense of mystery…" in a 2002 quote from Ren Allen. <hr><table width=70% align=center><td><font size=+1>Open and willing (March 23, 2013):</font><br />
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I don't worry anymore that my children won't learn everything they need to for this life. I also see that joyful learning can only happen if we are open <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrPa0GIGVDdbrz149q95tYa7R2ygvuTE-T-bMjtdvA1TK10EqDFkTARDLJLAlrsu9NS1J4K4REytmrFX9uaaxE0_Jb_jvWJgpCDjAPrPoPmsSQL2Q3N4wkeXMN058YKL-8iurD_PfiAQJG/s1600/squirrel.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrPa0GIGVDdbrz149q95tYa7R2ygvuTE-T-bMjtdvA1TK10EqDFkTARDLJLAlrsu9NS1J4K4REytmrFX9uaaxE0_Jb_jvWJgpCDjAPrPoPmsSQL2Q3N4wkeXMN058YKL-8iurD_PfiAQJG/s320/squirrel.jpg" align=left hspace=12 vspace=8></a>and totally willing to see every moment, every interest, everything as opportunity. We never know what a tidbit of information, or an experience might lead to...and not knowing can bring a sense of mystery to this whole Unschooling life. If we keep that sense of mystery, that feeling that this COULD lead to big things, (but if it doesn't that's ok too) we will so much better be able to serve our children well when supporting and encouraging their unique interests and pursuits. That's what it's all about for me.<p>Being an avenue instead of a closed door.<p><div align=right>—Ren Allen<br />
April 2002</div><p><center><a HREF="http://sandradodd.com/ren/squirrel">SandraDodd.com/ren/squirrel</a><br />
<font size=-1><i>photo by Sandra Dodd</i> <p>I did use this squirrel <a href="http://justaddlightandstir.blogspot.com/2012/07/stages-of-unschooling.html">on another post</a>. If you follow the link to the rest of what Ren wrote, you'll know why I brushed it off for this. I saw this squirrel in Lyon, France. It was carved in the 17th century (at least the carving above it says "Maison fondeé en 1684").</font></center></td></table><hr><br />
Looking at those as a set, there is something interesting. One is from July 2011, and <i>all the rest</i> were 2013. It could be coincidence. Literary analysis would suggest I became more interested in mystery as a theme, this year. Yet another mystery!<br />
Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-8917859008042054612013-11-07T12:19:00.000-07:002013-11-07T12:20:51.360-07:00Swirly Hurlys, real and imaginedLast month, I was at the Phoenix airport and took a photo of the exit from the parking lot. It's a big one. Minneapolis/St. Paul airport has one, and my kids liked it when they were little. They called it the swirly hurly. Perhaps that's a common name for a kind of sick-making spiral road.<br />
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BUT…. those roads? Always just one-way. Down.<br />
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Then I saw this: <br />
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<a href="http://www.retronaut.com/2013/10/proposed-tower-1937-paris-exposition/">Proposed Pleasure Tower, 1937 Paris Exposition</a></center><br />
If you click the link above, you can see some details—Restaurant for 2000 guests. Garage to house 500 cars. Beacon 2,300 feet high.<br />
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Maybe it's because I'm a mom. Maybe it's because I'm American. <br />
This seems way crazy. One accident—who rescues? Who tows? One automobile over the rail—how many people does it fall on? <br />
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Even the artist couldn't get enough space on that road. Check the upper left, car coming up. And they're going into that big parking <br />
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What kind of easy suicide tower is that for the pedestrians who took the elevator up, or those on the platform who might've come out of autos. I just don't like it. It spooks me even that someone thought about it and drew it and published it, as though there was anything around it that was a good idea. <br />
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Maybe my instincts changed when I became a mother. <img src="http://sandradodd.com/smile"><br />
Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-19866940501212285182013-11-01T12:59:00.000-06:002019-02-02T08:20:57.649-07:00Scary stories of the Christian CultsI find myself without a good place to save or express this. I've been reading this morning about HSLDA, politics (rare for me) and Christianity (not rare, but this was a rare set of readings).<br />
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I DID NOT KNOW that there are churches treating young adults as children. <br />
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I DID NOT KNOW that there were churches that tell children (of 20 years old) that they are not allowed to speak to their parents about a topic, or that would "forbid" a parent to talk to his or her own child (adult child). I am SHOCKED that there were adults (of 20 or 45 years) who would agree to such a crazy-ass condition. <br />
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<blockquote>*He commanded that no one talk about the incident in which they were personally involved and affected by, preventing parents from investigating the truth of their own kids’ actions and involvement. All were expected to accept his solitary findings without question. It is not “gossip” or “sowing discord” to discuss or even argue about actions in which one is personally involved. </blockquote><br />
That was about some kids who had danced at a bridal shower. Just danced. Then they were shunned from a church for two weeks, some of them; four weeks, some of them. And not allowed to talk to ANYbody about it.<br />
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Homeschooled families. Families homeschooling because they had been persuaded it was a sin not to. The quote is from the <a HREF="http://baptisttaliban.blogspot.com/p/shunning-explanation_11.html">Baptist Taliban</a> blog, but an unschooling mom who was once a Christian school-at-home mom in a church they left after many years of deep involvement.<br />
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Exploring, today, I also came to <a HREF="http://www.patheos.com/blogs/lovejoyfeminism/survivor-blogs">a list of blogs</a> <blockquote>Survivor Blogs<br />
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This page began as a listing of bloggers who grew up in and were affected by the Christian Patriarchy and Quiverfull movements—which is best captured in a loose array of leaders and organizations, including Bill Gothard and ATI, Dough Phillips and Vision Forum, Doug Wilson, Michael and Debi Pearl, Joshua, Alex, and Brett Harris, and Michael Pearl—but it has since expanded.</blockquote><br />
One had an account of courtship, in which parents were controlling young-adult children to a frightening degree, and it was acceptable to all four parents, and agreed to by the couple (now married, but once forbidden to be in the same place or to communicate in any way).<blockquote><a HREF="http://beautifuldisarray.wordpress.com/2012/12/06/when-i-first-met-you-courtship-part-1/">When I first met you – Courtship, Part 1</a><br />
<a HREF="http://beautifuldisarray.wordpress.com/2012/12/14/and-then-you-broke-my-heart-courtship-part-2/">And then you broke my heart – Courtship, Part 2</a><br />
<a HREF="http://beautifuldisarray.wordpress.com/2012/12/29/all-hell-broke-loose/">All hell broke loose – Courtship, Part 3</a></blockquote><br />
I've put these here because I wanted to be able to find them again. I don't want to disturb unschooling discussions with them (and it would be off topic). If I put it on my personal blog, someone is tweeting every post, marking it "unschooling." This is not. I don't want them anywhere near Always Learning or Just Add Light and Stir, both of which are dedicated to peace and joy. These things are far from either of those, except in the fact that people are leaving oppressive, abusive situations. But the descriptions of why, and even the tone of some of the current posts, is broken, dark, and sad. People recovering from fundamentalism might not have enough years to recover in a long lifetime.<br />
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I've always known there were big bad things in and among the homeschooling families on that edge of reality, but I've seen worse today than I knew before. I had read years ago about families not letting kids play with other kids whose parents didn't believe exactly as they did about doctrinal details. Today I read about a minister who encouraged sports, but only against other teams of the same doctrinal beliefs. I read about men being told to keep their wives off the internet because women gossip 24/7 and will do damage to [churches? fundamentalism?]. <br />
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Years ago I was asked how, if I didn't believe in hell, would my children learn to be moral. Or how I would teach them to be kind an honest if we didn't have Jesus, or something like that. EASILY!! Very easily. Make it about the kind of people they want to be, and the feelings of other people. Easy. And they ARE moral people, and kind, and nice. <br />
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What I read today was about cruelty, lies, porn and meanness, and they were blaming Jesus and the Bible for it all.<br />
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Partly it came up from anti-Halloween joking, and something about demon-possessed Halloween candy. That was funny, if the tip of an iceberg of horror can be funny.<blockquote><br />
<a HREF="https://www.facebook.com/SandraDoddABQ/posts/10151781958891374">DANGER, regarding leftover Halloween candy.</a> <br />
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Quoting a warning:<br />
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<b>"I do not buy candy during the Halloween season. Curses are sent through the tricks and treats of the innocent, whether they get it by going door to door or by purchasing it from the local grocery store. The demons cannot tell the difference."</b><br />
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Damn it, demons. Keep your demonic cooties out of the treats of the innocent.<br />
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Now perhaps this is part of the ravings of a mad woman possessed by imaginary angels. And perhaps I'm misusing the word "perhaps." But nobody fabricated that quote to make fundamentalist Christians look bad. <a HREF="https://www.charismamag.com/spirit/spiritual-warfare/7134-why-celebrating-halloween-is-dangerous">(Why Celebrating Halloween Is Dangerous)</a> Even the counter-opinion pro-Halloween-for-Christian-kids article is based on thinking that the claims of scaredy-Christians and neo-pagans are true about the dark and dangerous alleged history of Halloween.<br />
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But still... claiming that the candy itself is cursed is FUNNY! What a waste of emotion and belief, to see evil everywhere.</blockquote><br />
P.S. I've looked again, at that, in 2019, and the comments thread is a ton of fun. <br />
Here: <a HREF="https://www.facebook.com/SandraDoddABQ/posts/10151781958891374"> Demonic Candy at facebook.com/SandraDoddABQ/posts/10151781958891374</a><br />
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More, on the site the demonic candy quote came from: <a HREF="https://www.charismamag.com/search?searchword=demonic%20halloween%20candy&ordering=newest&searchphrase=all&limit=20">Charisma Magazine, search for "demonic candy," 11 links found</a><br />
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On <a HREF="https://www.charismamag.com/spirit/spiritual-warfare/7134-why-celebrating-halloween-is-dangerous">Why Celebrating Halloween Is Dangerous</a>, quoted up above, the site has put a disclaimer, that it's a controversial topic,and those are the views of the author. They probably did it because several people commented on that and linked to it at the time. I only quoted the kid-friendly parts. She goes on to some REALLY wild claims. <br />
<blockquote>Other commentary on her article:<br />
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<A HREF="https://centerforinquiry.org/blog/witches_put_demons_in_halloween_candy/">Witches Put Demons In Halloween Candy? More Could Believe That’s True Than You Might Think.</a> (Center for Inquiry)<br />
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<A HREF="https://www.theatlantic.com/national/archive/2009/10/demons-get-busy-in-the-vortexes-of-hell/341805/">Demons Get Busy in the Vortexes of Hell</a> (The Atlantic)<br />
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<A HREF="https://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/10/29/christian-broadcasting-ne_n_338738.html">Christian Broadcasting Network Warns Against ‘Demonic’ Halloween Candy</a> (Huffington Post)<br />
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There are many variations—older boy, younger girl, different bridges, different hair and coloring on the angel—but there is usually a broken bridge, water, darkness and trees. <br />
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This cartoon version has a touch of water and a rock showing through the hole in the bridge, but behind the angel is a cloth of stars, suggestive of Our Lady of Guadalupe with her starry cloak.<br />
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I think the older versions are comforting for parents. This new one is kid-friendly, not so scary. The kids are still in the German clothes, with the basket, with the red napkin, but the scary storm and waterfall are darkness are all gone.<br />
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This is marked in wikipedia as having been a German postcard from 1900. The candle in the center above is very similar, but has a higher waterfall, and more colorful clothing.<br />
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<center><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4e/Guardian_Angel_1900.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4e/Guardian_Angel_1900.jpg"width=500></a></center><br />
The star above the angel's head is in many of the variants. It creates a sort of halo. Most of the art I've seen is of the permutation above—movement toward the left, two children, broken bridge. Below is one that has bridge (solid, but no handrail), waterfall, star over the angel, but the costumes are more classical—the angel's is the art deco style Greek/Roman (some art historian should feel free to leave a clarifying note), and the child has the scrip and staff of a medieval pilgrim. Barefoot, as matches the tradition of the child on the bridge, but the bag and walking stick don't suggest "on the way home" so much as being on a journey.<br />
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<center><a href="http://www.catholictradition.org/Angels/angel3g.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://www.catholictradition.org/Angels/angel3g.jpg" width=500></a></center><br />
If the building up the valley is a school, maybe the bag is lunch. <img src="http://sandradodd.com/smile"> I think it's a church, though, by the spire and window. This one is not "right," by guardian-angel-art standards, but it does have long red hair and a star above the angel.<br />
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In a box at my house, I have a collection of years worth of guardian angel art picked up to save to compare. Maybe I'll scan or photograph some of it and bring it here, so I've put tags on this post for future connections.<br />
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To google for more images, you could try these in addition to "guardian angel art"—Heilige Schutzengel or Angelito de la Guarda. "Angelito" doesn't mean the angel is male, because (I believe) angels are non-sexual, non-gender creatures, and the noun is masculine.<br />
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Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-53831866333217052472013-07-06T16:24:00.001-06:002023-07-11T14:13:20.999-06:00Handles of screwdrivers<img src="https://sandradodd.com/albums/y421/JustAddLight/First/DSC09221.jpg" border="0" alt=" photo DSC09221.jpg" width=90%><br />
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In the U.S., plastic screwdriver handles follow on the shape of wooden handles.<br />
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In the U.K. that's true too, only their wooden handles were round, rather than square.<br />
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<img src="https://sandradodd.com/albums/c111/SandraDodd/Europe/Sandra2013/May26CarbootChurch/DSC00051.jpg" width=90%><br />
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[photo from car boot sale late May 2013]Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-65248585878641766222013-05-22T20:03:00.000-06:002013-05-22T20:03:23.386-06:00My idea pileThis blog was started six years ago, and only has 70 posts. I went to check.<br />
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There are sixteen posts started and not finished (drafts, not published yet). That's a high percentage of uncompleted ideas! I still might finish them, or I might not. Some are waiting for photos, or linke.<br />
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It's not a minimalist life, collecting things. I'm afraid I will leave a mess when I go. A mess on my desk, kind of a mess online, but there are some treasures, too. <br />
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I could, I suppose, just put these things on my own personal blog, but I like having them in a collection of collections.<br />
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The project that has taken my energy and time in recent years is <A HREF="http://justaddlightandstir.blogspot.com">Just Add Light and Stir</a>, and if anyone comes by here and isn't aware of that one, you might want to go there and subscribe. Thanks!<br />
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</blockquote>Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-22561965736645101642013-02-19T17:31:00.001-07:002013-02-19T17:31:19.270-07:00The Library at Alexandria, and RCA VictorTwice in two days someone said, in my house, "The Library at Alexandria." One was me, to Keith, in a conversation about how bad I should feel if I decide to dump all my 36 years' worth of saved papers and artifacts from the local and regional history of the Society for Creative Anachronism. Oh... I have stuff from five years before I joined, too, given to me by people who wanted to dump their collections, and knew I had one.
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The next day, a friend was over talking to Marty and me and mentioned the mystery of what might've been in that library.
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In the course of a long conversationa bout saved things, and lost things, I mentioned the Wayback Machine at the Internet Archives. Neither Marty nor Bo knew about it. I use it frequently.
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Today, planning to send them a link to it, I was in looking to see where it's backed up, because we had talked about that, too. When I first knew about the Internet Archive, I read that it was at The Prisidio, in San Francisco, which doesn't seem geographically stable. I guessed that it might be backed up in Bouler or some high-plateau sort of facility. I was in there reading about the history of the Internet Archives and some courtroom commentary and uses, and saw, at the bottom, a link to the <A HREF="http://www.bibalex.org/isis/frontend/archive/archive_web.aspx">Official mirror of the Wayback Machine at the Bibliotheca Alexandrina
</a>. Huh!
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Then I looked up the
<A HREF="http://www.bibalex.org/isis/frontend/archive/archive_web.aspx"> Bibliotheca Alexandrina
</a> and found that it's a real (and really big) place, built as close as they could figure or get to where <A HREF="http://www.straightdope.com/columns/read/2233/what-happened-to-the-great-library-of-alexandria">the original library</a> was. That seems like as bad an idea as storing the internet archives in San Francisco, which seems prone to fire, earthquake, mudslide and maybe tsunami. Being on a historic military compound won't save them from any of that. <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWW2UWtG8eKL0AsfaYp6VHEKKug4GzM_fFnDtyPf3FqFkgbmAdQHHNCLb2TPte2WFjpty0K08aFpx2WlXIIOFYFJ1XQyeL-rIdo-5wx9XGk7U2jLzNvEBp3v_KPT0L0ZSlE2ql5Ra1Pg/s400/The+WABAC+Machine.jpg"align=right hspace=8 vspace=6>So the backup is where the LAST Alexandrian library sank into the <s>swamp!</s> Mediterranean! Or burned. Or gradually declined. But I had already read, by then, that there was a backup at Sun Microsystems in Santa Clara, or that that's where it all lives now, maybe.
<p>The Wayback Machine is named after one on Rocky and Bullwinkle that sounded like that, but looked like WABAC. Rocky and Bullwinkle didn't time travel; they weren't in those segments. A boy named Sherman would be taken into history by Mr. Peabody, a dog. I found <A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mister_Peabody">a list of their destinations</a>, and was sad to see they didn't travel to the Library at Alexandria. They did visit Cleopatra. Amazon Prime will show that and two other adventures <A HREF="http://www.amazon.com/Wellington-Waterloo-Florence-Nightingale-Cleopatra/dp/B004MWF4NK">here</a>, free with Amazon Prime, $1.99 otherwise, and probably unavailable to some portion of humans on earth, in 2013.<p>
Meanwhile, back in Egypt, tile art found while they were excavating to build the new library:<p>
<a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0a/Flickr_-_dlisbona_-_Ancient_drawing_found_in_excavations_under_the_new_Alexandria_library.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0a/Flickr_-_dlisbona_-_Ancient_drawing_found_in_excavations_under_the_new_Alexandria_library.jpg"width=95% align=center>></a>
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That looks plenty enough like this: <p>
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I know what the second dog is looking at, and listening to. WHAT is that gold mouse-hotel-looking thing the top dog is posed with? <i>Another thing mentioned last night is how long gold lasts. In a fairly recent conversation with Will Geusz, we were talking about how long tile lasts, if you don't drop it and break it, because an artist has put some of my words on tile plaques <A HREF="http://aboutunschooling.blogspot.com/2013/01/my-words-on-tile.html">(here)</a>.</i><center>Here's an image from a better angle, with explanation: <br> <a href="http://www.drhawass.com/photoblog/beautiful-mosaic-new-library-alexandria">A Beautiful Mosaic in the New Library of Alexandria</a></center>
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So here's what I intended to send to Bo and Marty. The oldest stored version of my unschooling web page: <A HREF="http://web.archive.org/web/20000826220144/http://expage.com/RadicalUnschooling">http://expage.com/RadicalUnschooling</a>. Marty was 11. He's 24 now.
<p>Here's the page that hosts the Wayback Machine: <A HREF="http://archive.org">archive.org</a>
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And in a related topic, also at the Internet Archive, people can upload sound files, and many of my conference presentations are there (if you search Sandra Dodd and maybe add unschooling). <A HREF="http://archive.org/details/BigNoisyPeace">http://archive.org/details/BigNoisyPeace</a>Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-75422394408021893912013-02-09T06:36:00.001-07:002013-02-09T06:36:21.398-07:00Sheep to bus to play to Singapore to movie<center><img border="0" height="369" width="598" src="http://www.retronaut.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Sheep-598x369.jpg" /></center>
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Retronaut had a photo of <A HREF="http://www.retronaut.com/2013/02/sheep-on-the-strand/">"Sheep on the strand"</a> (in London in 1923). One of the busses had an ad for "The Unfair Sex." I thought it might be a movie, but it wasn't... yet.<p>
I googled "The Unfair Sex" and 1923, and found a newspaper article describing a production of the play in 1931, but it mentions ..."'The Unfair Sex,' the Savoy Theatre Success of 1925..."
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You might need to click an "I agree" box to see it, but the site seems safe and stable.<p>
The play, which had a character who was obsessed with films, was made into a silent movie in 1926. http://newspapers.nl.sg/Digitised/Article/straitstimes19310330.2.9.aspx
I googled "The Unfair Sex" and 1923, and found a newspaper article describing a production of the play in 1931, but it mentions ..."'The Unfair Sex,' the Savoy Theatre Success of 1925..."
(You might need to click an "I agree" box to see it, but the site seems safe and stable.)
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The play, which had a character who was obsessed with films, was made into a silent movie in 1926. <A HREF="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0017499/">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0017499/</a>
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Nita Naldi was one of the stars. Someone has created a web presence for her (her photo is on IMDB, and there's a beautiful <A HREF="http://nitanaldi.com">website</a>).
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I could have kept following trails. Some of that will stay in my mind, though, and the idea that something from the 1920's could have such a web presence says something interesting about the progress of the internet.
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<b>Put things online! Add to our shared wealth of information.</b>
Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-67238800558439859332013-01-17T09:19:00.000-07:002013-01-17T09:21:27.236-07:00International incident, with ducks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Amsterdam, Australia, France... Netherlander ducks, Just Add Light and Stir, England and New Mexico, 85 years.<p>
So... Julie Daniel sent me some photos to us in <A HREF="http://justaddlightandstir.blogspot.com">Just Add Light and Stir.</a> This one would've have been legible at the small size I use for that blog, but I liked it, so I thought I should share it. Then I wondered what it's about. An act of kindness? Lack of dedication to one's nation? Sports! Conservation. Connections? Different readers will connect it to different things in their thoughts and lives.<p>
I don't know where the sign exists (where Julie took the photo), and I don't know who loved the story enough to make sure money was spent on a sign that would be there a long time.
<A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobby_Pearce_(sculler)">Wikipedia says</a> this, about that (and some other things): <blockquote>Pearce won all of his races with relative ease. He defeated his first opponent Walter Flinsch of Germany by 12 lengths and his second opponent Danish rower Schwartz by 8 lengths. In the quarter final he was easily beating French opponent Saurin when a family of ducks strayed into his lane. Pearce momentarily stopped rowing to let the ducks pass; he still won by 20 lengths and broke the course record. In the semifinals, Pearce was pressed by David Collett of Great Britain, winning by three-quarters of a length (roughly 1.5 sec). In the finals he became the first Australian to win gold in the single sculls by defeating Kenneth Myers of the United States by 9.8 seconds. In winning he established a new Olympic record, some 25 seconds faster than the previous mark. This also earned him the Philadelphia Gold Cup, which represented the amateur champion of the world. He was awarded an Honorary Life Membership of the Sydney Rowing Club.</blockquote>
That was sweet, about the ducks. Had he lost the story would have a different tone. But he didn't have teammates to be angry about it; he was there alone. And he could've been even better prepared, but there were rules then that aren't now:
<blockquote>In preparation for the 1928 Olympics, Pearce attempted to enter the Diamond Sculls at the Henley Royal Regatta, but was barred as he was a carpenter by trade: the rule relating to amateur status then in force barred anyone "Who is or has been by trade or employment for wages a mechanic, artisan or labourer." This socially discriminatory wording was deleted in 1937.</blockquote>
One thing leads to another!
Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-44296104009536380872012-12-09T15:49:00.002-07:002012-12-09T16:39:40.369-07:00Rum Tum Tugger hooks upOne of my favorite correpondents, Colleen Prieto, sent me this note:<blockquote>
Hi Sandra –<p>
So I played Rum Tum Tugger in <A HREF="http://www.facebook.com/groups/309576582481971/">the lyrics game</a>, and then I was sitting on the couch singing it along to myself.<p> <A HREF="http://www.facebook.com/groups/309576582481971/"><img src="http://sandradodd.com/encore/lyricsgame.gif" align=right hspace=12 vspace=6></a>
Robbie right away asked “what is that song?? I LOVE it!!!!”<p>
I pulled it up online so he could hear it sung better than he’d hear it from me :-) and I told him it’s from the musical Cats which I had gone to see when I was little. He wanted to know right away if we could go see the show. He went to see his first theater show (A Christmas Carol at a small local theater) just last weekend and now he’s ready for another and knows just what he wants the next one to be!<p>
Hopefully we’ll be able to find it playing, maybe in Boston, in the near future. And until then, I’ve added a filmed DVD version to our Netflix queue which should be fun to watch.<p>
A happy consequence of a fun game – we have something new and interesting to go and do together!<p>
Colleen :-)<p></blockquote>
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Here's documentation of when Holly got to see Cats: <A Href="http://sandradodd.com/eastyorkshire">http://sandradodd.com/eastyorkshire</a>
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Somewhere there's a photo of her posing with the make-up kit she bought at the theatre, with her face "catted up." I'm putting this note here in hopes that when I find the photo I'll bring it here.
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A week ago, Holly and I saw Emma Fuller star as Annie in a Landmark production of that musical, in Albuquerque. Her mom, Beth, was in the company
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and played four parts. Emma is unschooled. Though Holly had seen her a couple of times this year, the last time I had been with Emma was in London in the summer of 2011. She was wearing a pink raincoat she had bought in Paris. In the musical, the Warbucks house provides Annie with a new coat, which she loves, and it was also pink, but fancier, and longer. But seeing her with that coat saying "I LOVE IT!" reminded me of her other pink coat, in London, not so far from where Holly and I saw Cats.
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I could go on, connecting one thing to another. If you could, too, that will help you with lateral thinking—with your own learning, and that of people around you. <p>
Keep your ideas bouncing in unpredictable directions! Let them spring and fly.
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NOTE: For years I ran a lyrics game on a blog, but eventually it was repetitive and we started getting World of Warcraft gold farmers' spam, and too much other spam, so I closed it. But the tricks and procedures I had honed keeping that blog up led directly to my ability create and maintain <A HREF="http://justaddlightandstir.blogspot.com">Just Add Light and Stir</a>, which is my favorite project and is over two years old now.
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I've started a page for song lyrics play on facebook, here: <A HREF="http://www.facebook.com/groups/309576582481971/">Lyrics Game, Goofin' with Songs</a><p>
<font color=red>For any reader who doesn't have Rum Tum Tugger in mind already, here it is: </font><center><iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/inZ9AvxLohw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-236065847583475482012-07-21T07:08:00.000-06:002012-07-21T07:17:37.269-06:00Æ and its last gaspsÆ or æ isn't a very good typewriter or computer letter, but in handwriting it was very pretty. <br /> <br />
It's called "an ash," and has fallen out of English usage. When I was a kid I used to see it in archæology and æsthetics, but no more. And even in this font, it's coming through too small, and not taking it's proper width.<br /> <br />
With half-spaces in a typewriter, it worked well to type Ælflæd (my SCA name) or Træskæg (our friend Sigmund Træskæeg / Marty Tuft's SCA name). You ended up back on track and the end, for having used two half-spaces.<p> <br />
At the grocery store near us is a sign on the door, so I see it often. <br />
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I pronounce it in my mind "eee-yay-it" but they intended for it to say "exit." Someone at a sign company discovered that character and assumed it was a fancy "X". <br /> <br />
There are names still around that were once spelled with that letter. I think "Ælflæd" went out of style for a girls' name 700 years ago or so. :-) But Elsie is still around (Ælsie). Schuyler Waynforth has a daughter named Linnaea, and it should be, in a way of thinking, a six-letter word (Linnæa) rather than seven. That's more important for calligraphers than for anyone else. <br /> <br />
For men's names one medieval and still rare name is Elvis (once Ælvis). Others still around are Albert and Edward (Ælbert and Ædward, back in the day). <br />
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A living language changes, and English is one of the liveliest and changingest languages of them all. <br /> <br />
Here are some ways my SCA name has been written down:
OH WAIT!! I posted this too early. I'm sorry. If you care, check back. Or look through scrolls here. I intend to cut and paste just the names from some of them, but it's going to take some photo manipulation time.
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A 1933 horse-drawn float that seems to be made of flowers. I thought "Rose Bowl"? <br />
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But I could see (even in the smaller image that was in the e-mail from Retronaut) "Ecclesfield." For all I know, there's an Ecclesfield, California. So I googled it. Found "Ecclesfield parade," and all in just seconds.<br />
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Ecclesfield is in South Yorkshire, near Sheffield. I read about hospital parades, which were held there from the 1890's to 1936, and looked back at the photo. I could see "Ecclesfield Parade," but there was another word on the left. I got a magnifying glass, and it says "Hospital."<br />
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Now I know how hospitals were funded before the National Health program, and I have more pictures in my head of England. Nice.<br />
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The link says they were paper and flour paste on a wire frame. I wonder what they did with them afterwards. Maybe left them at someone's farmyard until the weather dissolved them? <br />
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When I was a kid I worked on a float once. We were wiring paper flowers (paper napkins made flowerish with a fluffy fold and a piece of wire) to chicken wire. I suppose (never thought about it until today) that at the end of it all, they cut the wire off the truck, rolled it all up and took it to the dump.<br />
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One thought leads to another, if you let your thoughts gallump along. :-) Retronaut has sparked a LOT Of thought! Here's their entry (introduced in the e-mail): <A HREF="http://www.retronaut.co/2011/12/vintage-big">http://www.retronaut.co/2011/12/vintage-big</a> Vintage Big. All they cared about was that it was a big camera, in an old photo. That's enough.Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850157855681975587.post-53411408055162312932011-12-18T10:28:00.005-07:002013-01-18T08:45:39.699-07:00Ganesha and the Methodists<i>All this happened in a twelve-hour span... </i>
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I read a hymn in a new Methodist hymnal (and took notes so I could look it up). I knew the tune, so I could hear it in my head. The notable thing was that the text was pretty much a prayer asking God to help people reconcile faith and science, mystery and proof.<br />
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The tune I know it to is here (let the intro stuff go by before the real melody starts):<br />
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Here's another organist playing it, also informally: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbgbS42n_U8">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbgbS42n_U8</a><br />
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Here's the arrangement and words I grew up with, from <i>The Baptist Hymnal</i> of 1956:<br />
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I can play that on the piano. I'm likely to make a few mistakes but it still feels good.<br />
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I read the new text while waiting for a Christmas concert Holly was in. It's called "Praise the source of faith and learning," by Thomas Troeger. The hymnal was <i>The Faith we Sing</i>, 2004.<br />
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Here are lyrics: <a HREF="http://faculty.samford.edu/~twwoolle/Praise%20the%20Source%20of%20Faith%20and%20Learning.htm">http://faculty.samford.edu/~twwoolle/Praise%20the%20Source%20of%20Faith%20and%20Learning.htm</a> "...lest we justify some terror with the antiquated creed" was the end of one verse. It's to the tune above.<br />
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That's Holly with the short hair in the front row, black dress with sleeves, above the first poinsettia.<br />
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This morning I checked the overnight/international e-mail. Hema Bharadwaj and I have been having an exchange about Ganesha, because Marty did his final project in an Eastern Religions class on how to set up an altar to Ganesha. Hema sent a link she liked about the origin of Ganesha and some regional variations and symbolism. The final paragraph is this:<br />
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<blockquote>Thus various symbols with potent metaphysical themes telescope into the form and narrative that is Ganesha. They speak a profound truth in a language that bypasses the rational mind and connects intuitively with the soul. It is this silent language that we – a generation bombarded with unsubtle ‘Breaking News’ – are longing perhaps to hear. That is why we are so drawn to him, going to the extent of turning him into celluloid cartoons and plastic China-made dashboard displays. And Ganesha does not mind, so long as we appreciate the realm of his mother, and aspire for the realm of his father. <a href="http://devdutt.com/decoding-ganesha/">(http://devdutt.com/decoding-ganesha/)</a></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiap4gPD_Y8vpHC7KD0w1u9RaPT2C-Gsw1YKKGQ1HxPeOSKsUKkYSQ6F6YmQPv1S7EH3E85vL_iTrOSSxVoUpBCxnpuhidFf72b-DtX8L8otghKBJHasi2rqc31rqRYJQQsF-HCPRMCvFk/s1600/*ganpati.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiap4gPD_Y8vpHC7KD0w1u9RaPT2C-Gsw1YKKGQ1HxPeOSKsUKkYSQ6F6YmQPv1S7EH3E85vL_iTrOSSxVoUpBCxnpuhidFf72b-DtX8L8otghKBJHasi2rqc31rqRYJQQsF-HCPRMCvFk/s320/*ganpati.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>His mother(Shakti/Pavarti) wants to accept life and death in the real world; his father (Shiva) would prefer a spiritual life of renunciation. Ganesha melds those, and understands both.<br />
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I was excited to read this on that page, too: " Ganesha’s rat may be depicted in films as a cute mouse but it is a bandicoot..." I was in India a month and didn't see a single monkey, but the last night, on the way to the airport, I saw something running in the raised, wide median between lanes on the highway in Mumbai. I saw more than one. In Albuquerque it might've been prairie dogs, living in the dirt next to a freeway, but it was nighttime and this wasn't Albuquerque. I'm glad I saw them, and I'm glad that Hema and Pardnya believed I had seen them, and said "bandicoots." So I didn't see monkeys, but I did see bandicoots (fleetingly), and now I understand why sometimes (in English) I read that Ganesha has a rat, and sometimes I read it's a mouse, because as far as I (and probably others in the western-English-speaking-world) knew, Crash Bandicoot was nothing more than a video game character.<br />
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I've seen Ganesha's rodential friend portrayed sleeping, pulling Ganesha in a chariot, giving him a ride on his back, playing chess with him... On a wikipedia discussion of symbolism, there was this statement: "Martin-Dubost notes a view that the rat is a symbol suggesting that Ganesha, like the rat, penetrates even the most secret places." That's kind of cool. In Christian parallel, that's like The Holy Spirit. <i><b>Kind</b></i> of.<br />
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The thing it most basically pulls is a plow, that tool said to have so profoundly advanced human culture.<br />
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I wondered then whether anyone (maybe Icelanders) called them "iron oxen" or "power plows" or anything more Germanic. So I started poking around.<br />
<table><TR> <TD align='right'> number: <TD align='left'> 3114<br />
<TR> <TD align='right'> English: <TD align='left'> cart, carriage, wagon (wheeled vehicle; not self-propelled)<br />
<TR> <TD align='right'> Deutsch: <TD align='left'> Karren<br />
<TR> <TD align='right'> Nederlands: <TD align='left'> wagon<br />
<TR> <TD align='right'> Italiano: <TD align='left'> vettura, vagone (of train), carro (with animal traction)<br />
<TR> <TD align='right'> Nihongo: <TD align='left'> ?<br />
<TR> <TD align='right'> Esperanto: <TD align='left'> vagono, ĉaro<br />
<TR> <TD align='right'> Novial: <TD align='left'> chare<br />
<TR> <TD align='right'> Tsolyani: <TD align='left'> hóggukh</td></tr></table><br />
That came up, when I tried to see what "tractor" was called in other languages. It's not tractor, but I was excited to see that in Italian, "carro" is something pulled by animal <i><b>traction</b></i> (which fit right in, and also gave me a good clue why we called our automobiles "cars." In English a "cart" is pulled by animals, but people didn't so often ride in them as they do <A HREF="http://thinkingsticks.blogspot.com/2011/10/trail-trailer-wagon-fender.html"target="_blank">"wagons"</a> or "carriages."<br />
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Britannica Concise Encycopedia had some cool tractor details:<blockquote>High-power, low-speed traction vehicle. The two main types are wheeled and continuous-track. Most modern tractors are powered by internal-combustion engines running on gasoline or diesel fuel. Tractors are used in agriculture, construction, and road building, for pulling equipment such as plows and cultivators, for pushing implements such as bulldozers and diggers, and for operating stationary devices such as saws and winches. The first tractors grew out of the steam engines used on farms in the late 19th century; in 1892 an Iowa blacksmith, John Froehlich, built the first farm vehicle powered by a gasoline engine. The tractor revolutionized farming, displacing draft animals and many farm workers. By World War I the tractor inspired the tanks built by the British and French.<br />
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I saw some steam tractors at an outdoor museum called <A HREF="http://www.hollycombe.co.uk/">Hollycombe Steam in the Country</a> last summer.<br />
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It was pulling visitors in a wagon like... like... an <i>omnibus</i> !Sandra Doddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762noreply@blogger.com0