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Christmas Eve! [Dec. 24th, 2016|04:55 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
[mood |Christmasy]

24 December 2016 (Saturday)

Kimmis!! I've finished my wrapping (save for those things that haven't arrived yet. It'll be the 12 deliveries of Christmas!) The living room is decorated and the tiny tree is lit. Tomorrow Janet's brothers, her cousin Diane, and my friend Alan (who has spent Christmas with my family for fifty years) will come over for our usual Christmas dinner of Italian food. (We have 5-lb trays of lasagna, meatballs, and baked ziti.) (My family has a newish tradition of having Christmas on New Years Day.) In a little while we'll be leaving for my 51st consecutive Candlelight Christmas Eve Service at this church. (One year I had to sneak out of work by the loading dock.) I have rum and avocados all ready to leave for Santa.

All ready Kimmis!

Anyone sees this, you have a fine Christmas yourself, even if you're not actually Christian. The celebration is way older than the latest Risen God. Merry Christmas!
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All That Stays Is Dying; All That Lives Is Getting Out [Dec. 17th, 2016|12:54 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
17 December 2016: Saturday

Snow. Or, I should say, snow again; this is the second measurable fall. The first didn’t really make it to lunch; all that remained were a few small piles. We’ve gotten several inches this time, though it’s supposed to go above freezing and start to rain, and go to near 60F tomorrow.

Ah, New England.

Milestones, milestones. Couple weeks ago, on the 75th anniversary of Pearl Harbour, was my birthday. I’m 62 now, and I want to know how such a thing could happen. Even better, couple days ago my kid sister turned 60. As I said earlier, I knew I was in trouble when my 89-year-old mother stopped making fun of me for feeling old and started sympathizing.

Ah, maturity.

Finally finished my resume – or, in this industry, my CV. (Curriculum vitae, and I had to look that up.) Now I have to start spreading it about. Well, I’ve finished it as well as I can – I’m supposed to state all my publications, professional memberships, and academic honors. That would be a humorous book about Amberges my high school published in 1971 (with a print run, I think, of 100) and a monograph on the architectural history of a block of Hancock Street I wrote for a class and the Quincy Historical Society, where I did a lot of my research, asked for a copy of. Hmmm, and I belonged to the Purchasing Agent Boston group in the 80s…

I am not going to list my publications, professional memberships, and academic honors.

Ah, job hunting.

Now I have to go and help trim the two-foot tree which is all that we had the vim and pep for this year. (One year we just wound lights around the five-foot Lego building I’d been working on (Mostly I seem to build hotels).). Have a stupendous weekend, all.
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Rubber Baby Buggy Trumpers [Nov. 30th, 2016|09:04 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
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So. The Orange Homunculus is criticizing Jill Stein's attempt to get a recount in swing states because it's unnecessary; there was no voter fraud. He is also announcing that he would have won the election (that is, the actual vote, which he lost by 2 million vote) if it weren't for the three million illegal votes for Clinton.

I don't think he actually listens to what he says.

That being said, a fact-checking organization reports that out of several hundred statements they checked after the Homunculus spewed them, about 15% were true or partially true, and around 50% were rated "pants on fire".

Though some of his nuttier campaign promises seem to be being kept -- most of his department appointees are people who have pledged to eliminate those departments.

Which leads us to the coal miners who campaigned so hard for him and voted for him in droves -- they've just figured out that the Affordable Care Act has specific language so that it covers Black Lung Disease, which, before, no one could get coverage for. They're all about to lose their health insurance and any chance of care or treatment for a wide-spread cause of death among them. Perhaps, they may be thinking, they should have thought this all the way through.

Too late now. Too late for any of us.
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And Who Shall I Say Is Calling? [Nov. 11th, 2016|09:45 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
11 November 2016

And now Leonard Cohen is dead.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky,
And, lost among the subway crowds, I try to catch your eye...
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Oh, Show Me The Way To The Next Whiskey Bar [Nov. 10th, 2016|07:17 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
10 November 2916

'kay.

Three fingers of Famous Grouse, followed by two fingers of Johnny Walker.

(These are both scotches).

I am fracking medicated.
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Just Like A Adult! [Nov. 10th, 2016|06:16 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
[mood |relieved]

There. I finally finished my resume and sent it to my lovely wife (who works as an editor) for her input. When we have aversion we like, I'll start to send it out.
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In The Hollow Of The Night, When You Are Cold And Numb [Nov. 10th, 2016|05:02 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
10 November 2016

I hung up on one of my oldest friends yesterday. We've known each other for fifty years. I've always been able to ignore his execrable politics (he listens to Lush Rimjob on his iPod), but now I can't. He called me up and I of course said that I was devastated. In the ensuing conversation, he said that a major reason he voted for The Apricot Homunculus was that Obama and Secretary Clinton had deliberately given Iran nuclear weapons. Since they actually prevented them from working on a weapon, I became incoherent with rage and hung up. I should call and apologize, and suggest we not talk about politics and let history decide. (Such as when he looses his health insurance, and he looses his disability, and when the anti-Sematism he denied comes to the surface...) but I don't think I can do so yet.

My Unitarian church is holding meditation and a service tonight for people mourning for our country. I myself am practicing my nee mantra.

Not my President.
Not my President.
Not my President.
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The Best Lack All Conviction, While The Worst Are Filled With A Passionate Intensity [Nov. 9th, 2016|02:20 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
[mood |appalled]

9 November 2016 (a date that will live in infamy)

This is a fucking nightmare.

Trump, the apricot troll-like homunculus, won the fucking election.

I note that he won on the anniversary of Kristallnacht, which is grimly significant.

I had hoped that his followers would be busy fucking their sisters, tying nooses, crafting flammable crosses, and standing out in the back yard waiting for the Rapture, but they all turned out.

My wife points out that last time, the country actually voted for a black man rather than elect a woman, no matter how qualified she might be, and that you can’t spell “President” without “penis”.

This is a fucking nightmare.
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We Should Be Kind, While There Is Still Time [Nov. 8th, 2016|10:01 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
[mood |terrified]

8 November 2016, Tuesday, Election Day

At this point, I am avoiding any coverage of this demented election. We went down to our polling place, and cast our fervid votes for Hillary Clinton. I have in fact been waiting to vote for Hillary Clinton for at least 12 years. This election has me frightened to the point of incontinence. I have no idea how Trump, a monster of lies, narcissism and bile, rose so high. Well, OK, he’s been throwing red meat to the sullen, the stupid, the surly, the ignorant. He’s supported by racists, white power bigots, neo-Nazis, and Newt Gingrich. A Trump presidency would be a complete fracking disaster, for us and for the world.

I actually wish there was someone I could pray to for succor. C’mon, Hillary, move yer bloomin’ arse…
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If You’re A Goth, Where Were You When We Sacked Rome? [Sep. 15th, 2016|04:27 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
[mood |thoughtful]

15 September 2016

The answer to Final Jeopardy the other day was “American Gothic”. The clue was a picture of the models in street garb. (As everyone knows, they were Wood’s sister and his dentist.) The sister had current hair and probably cosmetics, but the dentist, though wearing a suit, look precisely like the picture. As I was shaving this morning, it occurred to me to wonder if Wood actually got the idea for the painting in the chair, listening to the drill and looking up into that dour and severe face.
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