I am trying to recall who's house I went to for a class party in the last week of 1969 - not New year's Eve, but about the 27th through the 29th.
I think the house was close to where Weber and Tibet split, just east of High Street in Clintonville. I thought it was Julie Carpenter's home, but when I asked her a few years back she said it was not her house.
It almost didn’t matter what: class, gender, region, musical genre, partisanship. She transcended boundaries in all of them. During an era when politicians act like pop stars, pop stars are expected to engage in politics, and politics divide fiercely, Parton was perhaps the only person in the United States who commanded nearly universal affection. Her death today, at 80, leaves an absence that no contemporary cultural figure could dream of filling.
Parton’s origin story was, in the most literal sense, a rags-to-riches tale. She was born in a one-room cabin in the Appalachian Mountains of East Tennessee, one of 12 children of an illiterate sharecropper father. She memorialized her impoverished childhood in “Coat of Many Colors,” which tells of how her mother sewed her a jacket from rags.
Dave, a prize to anyone who can correctly name those pictured. I'm not sure.
My photo button is working. Colleen's newest grandchild, Gus.
To those who can't post or have wonky issues, I'd try rebooting or clearing your cache. It's usually an equipment issue when only some experience a problem.
It's so relaxing to be on "Vacation" or whatever you call being away from home. That's what I thought until I received text and Emails from the indivual who waters our plants and checks to be sure the house is allright.
Dan sent me pictures of three notices posted on our front door from the City's Water Department notifying us of trouble with our water usage. Seems we have gone through over 20,000 gallons of water since we've been gone and they want it corrected stat.
Called the company we've used for years. They determined that two of our toilets malfunctioned and allowed a constant flushing. Quickly turned off the water suppling the toilets until we arrive back home and can select new toilet replacements. Could have been worse, as we worried about all day, but no damage beyond a lot of wasted water.
In all seriousness you're right, Mark, and I don't want to come off like a supercilious prick, correcting other people's grammar. My apologies to Dave and to everybpdy else and trust me I'd be embarrassed for sure if I 'fessed up to all the mistakes I made over the years, most of which got caught by various sharp-eyed newspaper copy desks in Ohio and then in Florida, who saved me from embarrassment.
So as my mother would have said, I've got no room to talk.
Mike -- If you are going to be a stickler about other posts' grammar, you might want to correct your own habit of not capitalizing the first words of your sentences. Just saying... (from one English nerd to another).
I think I may have posted this before so bear with me.
I was still living in Denver and we were back in Columbus on a visit. My parents neighborhood (Overbrook, Yaronia, and Wynding Drive) was throwing a sort of block party. As I stood in line for some food a woman in a pink pants suit came face to face with me, looked me in the face and said, "Hi Dave. Remember me?"
I drew a blank - then it hit me with a shock. She said "I'm Jane (forget last name).
It was sister Frederick ! ! !
She had left the convent and married the Sheiser twins dad.
excellent advice from a recent column in the ny times. wish I'd asked for help more than I did as I was coming up. I especially like the wisdom of the last sentence:
Being a successful self-starter doesn’t mean pulling yourself up by your bootstraps. It’s raising your hand and asking a teacher to explain, once again, a concept you still don’t understand. It’s calling up a former boss for advice. It’s announcing to your team that you’re stuck on an important problem and need their collective brain to solve it. It’s not just stoically making the best of a bad situation — it’s proactively making your situation more supportive. Don’t assume you’re being a burden when you reach out asking for help. Research shows we consistently underestimate how happy it makes others to lend a hand.
Your cool word for the day is "polysemic." definition below
I can't imagine ever using it but I just ran across it and, like the nerd that I am, I decided to keep it in a jar by the door.
carry on. as you were.
as for me I'm going to try to think of examples of some cool polysemic words.
but not until a.c. (after coffee).
Polysemic is an adjective that means a word, phrase, or sign has multiple, related meanings. [1, 2]
The word comes from the Greek words poly- (meaning "many") and sēma (meaning "sign"). [1]
AI Overview
Key Features
Related Senses: The different meanings of a polysemic word share a common root or conceptual link.
Context Dependent: The correct meaning depends entirely on how the word is used in a sentence.
Opposite: It is the opposite of monosemy, which means having only a single, fixed meaning. [1, 2, 3, 4]
Examples
The word "run": You can run a race, run a business, or have a runny nose. These meanings are different, but they all connect back to a core idea of movement or operation.
Watterson's football team is amazing. They have the longest winning streak in the state, a Schultheis as a place kicker, and one of their captains is a world champion wrestler. That is not a mistake. Michael Boyle not only won the state and national wrestling championship; he beat everyone in the world (well, in his weight class).
Your "worth listening" video (above) has a suspicious look and feel about it. It looks exactly like dozens of other videos about famous performers, stopping in mid-show to hear the voice of a crowd mmber. They all have the same setting, the same coloration and lighting, and the same male voice-over. I think Ive seen one for Willy Nelson, John Denver, and several others. Same storyline, same concept, etc.
But yours has one more suspicious clue. It's supposed to be on Johnny Carson's show, but in that first section, the grey haired man at the desk on the right is definately NOT Johnny Carson. When the video switches scenes and then comes back to that scene later, it does appear to be Johnny.
I've now watched 4 or 5 of these and they all have the same look and a similar story.
I'm going to guess that the uniformity in presentation that you detected can be explained by assuming that this presentation,and others like it, are prepackaged by p.r. firms who put them out on behalf of their clients. Maybe there's one public relations firm in particular that's been cranking them out with that same format.
Of all the surpassingly stupid things Trump has done, going out of his way to stick his finger in the eye of our oldest and best friends/neighbors/allies is (with the possible exception of the Iran war) the stupidest. I’m totally on the side of the Canadians in this fight:
David, exactly how I feel. He is bankrupting this country, disobeys laws, thinks no one is angry at him but only republicans (not true), doesn't keep his promises except when he wants to seek revenge on those who will not 'adore' him, etc.!
John J - I agree with you. Calling it Lake America because he doesn't like Canada is another example of his narcisisitc personality disorder. The world laughs at him and he doesn't see it. The world will call it Lake Ontario just as they do with the Gult of Mexico. He is a total joke, but a dangerous one.
I'm wondering what the post-trump atmosphere of the country will be - if there is a rennaissance of sorts, intellectually and otherwise. I just have a sense that the collective personality of the country will see things with freshly awakened vision and it will be reflected in the arts and humanities and overall creativity, something like the roaring twenties only more grownup, more contemplative.
