A little bit of magic

Got a question that only an elf could answer? If you’re in Minneapolis, stop by and ask Mr. Little Guy.

Four-year-old Shira Rabkin wanted to ask just the right questions, so she thought long and hard.

“Dear Mr. Little Guy,” she finally scrawled in big letters across a sheet of paper. “Do you like mints?” After some more pondering, she added, “and going to Camp Snoopy? Love, Shira.”

Mr. Little Guy was nowhere in sight this early August evening, so Shira stuffed her letter behind his door at the base of a hollowed out ash tree. It’s always open, and always full – of letters, pens, flowers and coins.

The elusive elf has enchanted Twin Citians ever since the 6-inch wooden door appeared eight years ago, just off a walking path around popular Lake Harriet. Double takes led to messages, and messages to answers – and somehow Mr. Little Guy keeps up, responding to the queries in typed notes half the size of business cards.

(via Prairie)

'I like New York'

A couple things I’ve noticed about the recent power failure on the East Coast. First off, CNN reports have stated that after the power went down, there were a grand total of four reported burglaries, and the perpetrators were caught in all four. That report has later been amended to say that while there have been 850 arrests in the past 24 hours, and 350 of them were for burglary and/or looting, that is actually a drop in crime from a normal summer night.

That’s cool.

Then I found this comment in the MeFi thread about the outage, and wanted to share it.

So when it happened I was in Rockaway Beach, Queens — which for those of you who don’t know NYC, is about the furthest away from midtown Manhattan you can be and still be in New York City. On a good day it’s still more than an hour’s subway ride from there to my home in Long Island City, Queens (across the East River from the U.N.). So I knew I’d have an adventure getting home without the subway. But some great things happened along the way:

  • At the time I was eating in a restaurant in Rockaway, and since I couldn’t pay for it with my credit card or go to an ATM, I used the last of my cash in my wallet — \$10 — to pay for my meal. When a waitress found out I had to get home with only my Metrocard (which works on buses as well as the subway) but no cash, she gave me \$10 of her own just in case I needed it, and her address so I could repay her “whenever.”

  • With my Metrocard I began taking any combination of random buses that would get me away from Rockaway, and ended up riding through various Brooklyn neighborhoods that I’d never seen from above ground. People were just hanging out on the sidewalks, having barbecues and playing cards, while the people driving cars became amazingly polite and turned every intersection with useless streetlights into a four-way stop. Never heard a damn horn, which is pretty amazing.

  • I ended up in South Williamsburg, on a street where I knew I could catch one final bus, the B61, back to my own neighborhood. But I stood there for more than an hour, and the few buses that passed were packed sardine-like and wouldn’t stop. Finally a guy in a big car slowed down and offered me and the six people I was standing with a ride to Greenpoint, which was much closer to where we needed to be. So we all piled in his car as he talked about the blackouts of ’77 and ’68. I gave him the \$10 bill the waitress had given me, and some of the other strangers gave me dollar bills.

  • From where he dropped us off, it was only about a 20-minute walk back to my place. By this point the sun had set and it was completely dark, but people had put candles on the sidewalks to help pedestrians navigate. One guy passed us carrying a torch.

  • As I approached home, I was pretty dehydrated from my three-hour journey; all the 24-hour delis and various places where one could get water were shut down. And I’d called my husband and learned that our building didn’t have running water, as the pump was electric. On my otherwise empty street, though, there was a Vitamin Water truck, with a guy behind the wheel who was starting it up. I asked if he was selling any Vitamin Water — I had \$4 in my pocket — and he said, no, he’d just been giving away promotional bottles, but he was out of the promo packs. When I mentioned that my building had no water, he looked alarmed and said, “Well, we might have a few bottles in back.” He fished out five for me and my neighbors, and refused to take any cash.

  • And I made it home. I like New York.

    Every so often, you run across something that makes you think that there might be hope for this world after all.

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water…

That's a whale of a fart...

I guess blaming it on the dog just isn’t an option when you’re in the middle of the Antarctic ocean, huh?

It’s one of the unfortunate consequences of being a mammal – flatulence.

And, more unfortunately for a group of whale researchers, nature took its course right under their noses – literally.

The researchers claim this is the first photograph of a minke whale letting one go in the icy waters of Antarctica. It was taken from the bow of a research vessel.

“We got away from the bow of the ship very quickly … it does stink,” said Nick Gales, a research scientist from the Australian Antarctic Division.

Hey, even I can succumb to the occasional giggle at juvenile fart humor every so often.

(via Boing Boing)

Who turned out the lights?

Okay — so who forgot to pay the electric bill? Just bizarre, to know that that much of the eastern seaboard lost power today. There doesn’t seem to be any real news to the news, but John Hoke has been keeping up with the news as best he can over at his Asylum.

I remember a time probably around 15 years or so when most of Alaska went dark. If I’m remembering it correctly, a raven had flown into some power lines, completeing the circut and bringing down one powerstation (along with killing itself in the process). When that station went down, the next in the series tried to cover for the loss, and couldn’t do it, so it went down. The next station then tried to cover for two downed stations…and it went down. And so on, and so forth, until Alaska was blacked out from the Kenai Peninsula up to about halfway to Fairbanks, I think. Took a good few days to get that mess straightened out.

Hopefully everything kicks back into service soon for all you New Yorkers, though. Good luck!

Brass knuckles in nursing homes?

How in the world does anyone, anywhere, at any time, come to the conclusion that this is acceptable behavior?

An aide in an Arkansas nursing home allegedly beat an 81-year-old woman with brass knuckles because she had been “disrespectful,” police said Friday.

[…]

An affidavit filed by sheriff’s detectives charged that Ryan was beaten on July 30 in her room at the Dallas County Nursing Home by Gayla Wilson, 44, who used brass knuckles.

The affidavit said Wilson complained that Ryan was repeatedly “disrespectful” of her.

Wilson allegedly recruited a second nursing aide, Shermika Rainey, 17, to hold Ryan during the attack.

(via Bill Maher)

Mouseketeers

One of the A-Listers says he was a VeeJay on MTV. But this is pretty much the 21st Century equivalent of some one saying he or she was an original Mousekateer. It’s been so long since any living soul has seen either one that, well.. who are we to say?

Pops

Sufficient Reason

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reasons for remaining ashore.

— Vincent Van Gogh (via Dad)

Welcome to Tim's Place!

I wanted to pass on a friendly welcome to Tim, who has just joined our happy little family here at TypePad. I’ve known Tim for a while now (we go back…way back…well, at least back to Alaska), and he’s a frequent and welcome contributor to discussions here and at my old weblog, usually under the alias “Tim Who?” A good guy, and a great photographer (this photograph amazed me) — feel free to stop by and say hi!

Interpreting the Bible

In an earlier comment, Nick pointed me to this post from Harold Paxton looking at the recent election of Bishop Robinson from the exact opposite point of view than mine. There’s certainly nothing wrong with that — as Mark Twain (I believe) said, it’s differences of opinion that make horse races.

In his post, he quotes two of the more definitive statements condemning homosexuality from the Bible — I Corinthians 6: 8-13, and Leviticus 18:22 (NIV). I’ll freely admit that on purely a “look — this is what the Bible says” standpoint, these two passages are extremely diffcult for me to argue with when trying to defend my beliefs that homosexuality is not a sin, not something that people should be condemned for, and something that should be accepted both in today’s society and today’s church. Both passages are fairly cut and dry in their equation of homosexuality and sin.

Yesterday, though, I happened across this post from Matt Zemek that does what I feel to be an admirable job of explaining why, as long as one is willing to allow for a less strictly literal reading of the Bible, modern Christians should be able to overlook someone’s sexuality when discussing matters of the faith.

So, is homosexuality a knowing choice against God? Until the early 1970s, world opinion was that it indeed was. But in the early 1970s, scientists in various fields (social, cognitive, biological, genetic) began to speak to the idea that homosexuality was not the perverted and twisted sinful choice that it had been thought to be through the centuries, from Old Testament times all the way to the middle of the 20th Century. It began to be determined–and has been continuously reaffirmed ever since–that homosexuality is genetically and biologically determined, that it is not a disease or an inherently twisted choice rooted in lustful, primal desires and nothing but.

In scientific communities, there is no doubt today that homosexuality is rooted in biology and genetics, and not in the perversity of human minds, period. Therefore, knowing what we know now–NOT in Paul’s time, NOT 100 years ago, but today–it is pretty clear that homosexuality is not a sin, because it does not fit the dynamic of a knowing and free choice against what is good or acceptable before God.

There’s more good stuff in the rest of Matt’s post. I’ll also admit that there are statements later in Matt’s post that I have a harder time agreeing with. However, his outlook on why homosexuality was condemned at the time the Bible was written but should not be today speaks strongly to me, and puts into words the vague concepts I’d had rattling around in my head but hadn’t been able to articulate.

In the end, on a personal level, I’ve never been able to believe that God is nearly as interested in our sex lives as we often think he is (a phrase I picked up from Dad). To me, the measure of Godliness in a person is a matter of how much they are able to love and respect others, regardless of whether one agrees on a personal level with their choices, and how you treat others at all times. I’ve seen gay relationships that are every bit as loving and respectful as heterosexual marriages — sometimes moreso — and I cannot believe that God would overlook the love between two people simply because they happen to have the same genetalia.

Homophobia, and the condemnation of homosexuality as “sin” is an ancient and outmoded way of thinking, prevalent at the time the Bible was written, but thoroughly debunked today. I think it’s wonderful that the Episcopal church is so publicly realizing this, and I can only hope that more people start looking at it this way.

58 years ago today

August 6th marks the 58th anniversary of the A-bomb being dropped on Hiroshima….

[…]

Arguably the bombing was the most significant event of the 20th Century, and one of the most controversial decisions ever made by a world leader. In a matter of moments, Japan and America were inexorably linked by one of the greatest horrors of history, which neither side really wanted to look in the face.

[…]

As early as 1940, Japan was working on its own nuclear bomb, but after the attacks on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the country officially expressed its revulsion at nuclear arms and vowed never to acquire them. Times change. Debate has arisen in Japan as to whether or not they should seek to develop a nuclear weapons program in light of recent developments in North Korea.

[…]

Ironically (and very likely coincidentally), top U.S. officials met secretly this week in Omaha to discuss expanding America’s nuclear arsenal.

Plastic: Those Who Forget The Blast Are Doomed To Repeat It

(via Jeremy)