Sunday, December 29, 2019

unfollowerstats.com

"As to going home, shame opposed the best motions that offered to my thoughts; and it immediately occurr'd to me how I should be laugh'd at among the neighbours, and should be asham'd to see, not my father and mother only, but even every body else; from whence I have since often observed, how incongruous and irrational the common temper of mankind is, especially of youth, to that reason which ought to guide them in such cases, viz. that they are not asham'd to sin, and yet are asham'd to repent; not asham'd of the action for which they ought justly to be esteemed fools, but are asham'd of the returning, which only can make them be esteem'd wise men"--Robinson Crusoe

I found a useful Twitter-related app at unfollowerstats.com .  It allows you to look at a list of all the Tweeters you've followed who haven't followed you back, along with stats like how many Tweeters are following them.  I've been going through that list and removing everyone with over 15,000 followers--they aren't likely to follow me back, or care if I unfollow them.  Most of them I've moved into my Twitter lists so I'll still have a chance of reading their Tweets.  I now have a dozen lists: Causes, Authors, Politicians, Artists, TV News, Newspapers, Magazines, Leftists, Locals, Literati, Characters, and My Inner Circle.  Between them is a total of about 1200 Tweeters.  With this many removed, I'll have an easy time getting to 3000 followers while still following within the limit of 5000!

Today I had lunch with Maria and Sergei at the Taiwanese restaurant Coco, so I could return the mitt she lost in our back yard.  Then I went to the North York Central library and picked up a couple of children's books about the Korean inventor Jang Yongshil. (Last summer I spent a while translating another such book but only got halfway through, and that book's disappeared since.)

I've finally finished the Crusades history and started reading Daniel Defoe's Robinson Crusoe (for the third time) for my Book Club.  25 pages into it and he still hasn't reached the island--there's a preliminary adventure where he's enslaved in Morocco and escapes to Brazil.

We finished the Civil War documentary and started watching The Last Czar, a Netflix series about Nicholas II. Rasputin is speaking in working-class British, which actually works pretty well.  I've also been watching the Amazon Prime series American Playboy:  The Hugh Hefner Story, which is perversely fascinating. (He was a true visionary, but the vision he catered to and even embodied was a rather pitiful one, for guys who want to have the trappings of sophisticated manhood while behaving like little boys at play!)

On Youtube I found a channel with someone playing piano arrangements of pieces like "Jingle Bells" and "Maple Leaf Rag" in jazzy meters like 5/4 and 7/8! (Someone should arrange Dave Brubeck's "Take Five" and "Unsquare Dance" in regular meters...)

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

The kitchen's turn

Today John started renovating the kitchen.  The kitchen's between Father's room and the rest of the house, so when it gets hard to navigate I'm going to trade rooms with him for a while! (If I can bring my computer, no problemo.) But that won't be for several more days.  We're going to do our cooking on a hotplate in the dining room for the next while--Moira made omelet today and it came out fine.  When the kitchen's finished we'll be ready to buy a new stove and fridge.

This first day he was bringing down the ceiling, and Moira and I were helping him tote the detritus out back:  wood (full of long nails), drywall and plaster.  We were wearing these dust masks, and the only problem is that when you're outdoors and have it over your nose it can make your glasses fog up!

Sunday afternoon I saw 63 Up at the Bloor.  That series is getting even more powerful as the people grow older. (The librarian is dead and the physicist has cancer.) Some of them don't think much of Brexit!

On Twitter I'm close to 2800 followers!  I've been going through the Tweeters I follow and moving hundreds of non-followers onto the lists I keep so I won't have to follow them directly and can leave room for more who will follow.  I was looking at my "characters" list last week and saw a Tweet by Jan Wong, a reporter I admire, recalling when she was starting out and had to enter a gentleman's club through the back door. I wrote a comment comparing her experience to an episode of Mad Man I'd seen involving a club where, one character said, a woman could only enter inside a cake--and Jan Wong liked my comment!  That meant a lot to me.

Last week when Maria was visiting she lost one of our mittens, and now it's turned up in our back yard!

I finished the first season of Dragon Ball and switched to watching the  original "harem" anime Tenchi Muyou! on Youtube.  Yeah, it's a guilty pleasure for me.

Saturday, December 21, 2019

ZULU

"He [his father] bid me observe it, and I should always find, that the calamities of life were shared among the upper and lower part of mankind; but that the middle station had the fewest disasters, and was not expos'd to so many vicissitudes as the higher or lower part of mankind; nay, they were not subjected to so many distempers and uneasinesses either of body or mind, as those were who, by vicious living, luxury and extravagancies on one hand, or by hard labour, want of necessaries, and mean or insufficient diet on the other hand, bring distempers upon themselves by the natural consequences of their way of living; that the middle station of life was calculated for all kind of vertues [sic] and all kind of enjoyments; that peace and plenty were the hand-maids of a middle fortune; that temperance, moderation, quietness, health, society, all agreeable diversions, and all desirable pleasures, were the blessings attending the middle station of life; that this way men went silently and smoothly thro' the world, and comfortably out of it, not embarrass'd with the labours of the hands or of the head, not sold to the life of slavery for daily bread, or harrast with perplex'd circumstances, which rob the soul of peace, and the body of rest; not enrag'd with the passion of envy, or secret burning lust of ambition for great things; but in easy circumstances sliding gently thro' the world, and sensibly tasting the sweets of living, without the bitter feeling that they are happy, and learning by every day's experience to know it more sensibly"--Robinson Crusoe

After his first battle: "How do you feel?" "Sick." "If you feel sick, you're alive"--Zulu

Sergei and Maria met me for lunch Monday.  Later I went to The Bay and bought new pajamas, long johns, socks and underwear.  I like the feel of fresh cotton!  Tuesday I got my flu shot at Shoppers Drug Mart, and it took longer than it should have:  I didn't hear them when they called my name.

Last night I watched Zulu (for the second time) with the History Meetup. It's a rousing, somewhat old-fashioned "stiff upper lip" war movie.

I've started binge-watching the anime Dragon Ball again, this time dubbed. (So sue me.) And Moira and I are finally watching Ken Burns' The Civil War, this time through Kanopy streaming.

I've been thinking about what Jeremy Corbyn should have done differently.  If it had been me, back in 2016 I would have offered to support the bill for negotiating Brexit if the government agreed to have a confirmation referendum for the specific deal they came up with.  And I would have said something like, "The British people have voted to leave the EU, but that doesn't mean they have to accept whatever deal they're offered.  They have the right to say, 'This deal isn't good enough.  Come back with something better.'" If the Conservatives agreed to it Labour would have put its stamp on the process.  If they didn't (more likely), Labour would have been in a better position to oppose Brexit.

More recently, I would have suggested a coalition with Green leader Caroline Lucas as Prime Minister, since neither Labour nor the Liberal Democrats would agree to making the other party's leader PM. (The saddest words are, "It might have been...") I must say that the Remain campaign managed to do things ineptly both in 2016 and 2019.

John's going to start renovating the kitchen soon.  We've moved everything into the dining room, except for the stove and the sink.  Today I cooked fettucine alfredo, and it was a headache finding everything!

Sunday, December 15, 2019

Jackhammer days

"It's better to be holding the gun than to be the one running from the gunman!"--Ozark

A couple of days ago we rented a big dumpster on wheels to collect waste from our home renovations.  We put in a big pile of dirt from the back yard where we'd been dumping it from the basement.  Some of it was frozen--the first dirt got covered with a layer of snow, which got covered by new dirt--so John had to use his jackhammer on it!

When I first saw the dumpster, I thought, "We'll never fill that!"  But we did fill it in two days!  Besides that dirt pile, we put in some mortar and brick fragments from the former chimney. Then yesterday, we toted some more mud from the basement straight to the dumpster.  As we progressed, the mud got wetter and wetter, and Moira and I had to put our filthy coats in the washing machine afterward!  Oh well, it's the least we can do considering how hard John's been working at it.

Yes, I am depressed about the British election.  But I can't help feeling that even if Labour had come out squarely for leaving the EU or squarely for remaining, or had been led by a more "electable" leader than Jeremy Corbyn, they'd still have lost.  I felt the same way after the 1992 election.  The bottom fell out of John Major's government with the currency crisis four months later (if only it had happened four months earlier!), but the next election only happened after Tony Blair had taken over.  

New Labour embodied an avoidable sellout:  if they'd been led by Stalin they'd still have won in 1997.  (Beware the "post hoc ergo propter hoc" fallacy.) I worry that history will repeat itself.  But before you swallow the electability myth, consider the popular vote figures.  Corbyn in 2017 got a share just three points lower than Blair in 1997, and not much different from Blair in 2001.  Corbyn in 2019 got just three points less than Blair in 2005, and a somewhat higher share than Brown in 2010 and Mandelson in 2015.  But the earlier elections had higher Liberal Democrat and lower Conservative shares.

I'm also reminded of the 1972 election when the working class chose Nixon over McGovern, leading the Democrats to embrace the electability myth and introduce super delegates.  Again I doubt that any other Democrat could have won.  At the risk of seeming elitist, I'd have to blame the voters themselves!  And once again I'm blaming the knee-jerk blue-collar Brexiteers, who've made the wrong choice for the wrong reasons, and are likely to regret their choice pretty soon (as with 1972!). And don't forget the pro-EU Conservatives who held their nose and put party loyalty first.

As for the mainstream press' anti-Corbyn bias, some people have said, "But the press has always been against Labour." True, and over the last century that's made the difference more often than not.  And one last point:  things would have been different if the Liberal Democrats had agreed to install a caretaker government under Corbyn a few months ago, but for Jo Swinson keeping Corbyn out of power was a higher priority than preventing Brexit. (As it was for all too many voters.)

Finished the second season of Ozark last night. (My favourite character's Ruth.) One thing that bugs me about Netflix is that they'll move you to the next episode only 15 seconds after the previous episode's closing credits start, so I didn't have time to read them until the very last episode.  I noticed that the redneck patriarch and the cartel lawyer were played by Peter Mullan and Janet McTeer, both British actors!

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

More DON QUIXOTE quotes

I've finished Don Quixote, so I decided to post some more quotes from it!

"The housekeeper can certainly stop reciting S. Apollonia's prayer, for I know it is the clear decision of the heavenly spheres that Senor Don Quixote should once again put into effect his original and noble thoughts, and it would weigh heavily on my conscience if I did not convey to this knight and persuade him that the strength of his valiant arm and the virtue of his valorous spirit should tarry and be constrained no more, for delay thwarts the righting of wrongs, the defense of orphans, the honoring of damsels, the favoring of widows, the protections of married women, and other things of this nature that touch on, relate to, depend on, and are attached to the order of errant chivalry."

"Let nobody say of me, dear master, that when all the bread's eaten he leaves; no, for I don't come from ungrateful stock; everybody knows, especially in my village, what kind of people the Panzas were, and I come from them, and besides, because of your many good actions and even more good words, I know and understand your grace's desire to show me favor; if I tried to work out exactly how much my salary would be, it was to please my wife; when she puts her had to convincing you of something, no mallet can press down the hoops of a barrel the way she can press you to do what she wants, but the truth is, a man must be a man, and a woman a woman, and since I'm a man everywhere, which I cannot deny, I also want to be a man in my own house, no matter who's inside; and so, there's nothing more to do except for your grace to prepare your will and its codicil so it can't be re-soaked, and for us to be on our way soon so that the soul of Senor Sanson doesn't suffer anymore, because he says his conscience demands that he persuade your grace to go out into the world for a third time; and I offer to serve your grace again, faithfully and loyally and as well as and better than all the squires who have ever served knights errant in past or present times."

"Don Quixote and his squire were now alone, and as soon as Sanson rode away Rocinante began to neigh and the donkey to snort, and both knight and squire considered this a good sign and a fortunate omen; although, if truth be told, the donkey snorted and brayed more than the horse neighed, and from this Sancho concluded that his good fortune would exceed and go beyond that of his master, and I do not know if he based this on the astrology he may have known, since the history says nothing about that, although he had been heard to say whenever he stumbled or fell that he would have been happy if he had never left his house, because the only thing one got from stumbling or falling was a torn shoe or broken ribs, and though he was a fool, in this he was not far off the mark."

"The emperor wished to see the famous Temple of the Rotunda, which in antiquity was called the Temple of All the Gods, and today is known by the holier name of All Saints, and is the most complete surviving building of all those erected by the gentiles in Rome, and the one that best preserves the fame of its founders for grandeur and magnificence; it has the shape of half an orange and is extremely large, and it is well-lit, though the only light is from a window, or rather, a round skylight at the top, and it was there that the emperor looked down at the building, and at his side was a Roman gentleman who pointed out the beauties and subtleties of the great structure and its memorable architecture; and when they had come down, he said to the emperor: 'A thousand times, Most Sacred Majesty, I have felt the desire to embrace Your Majesty and then throw myself down from that skylight so my fame in the world will be eternal.' The emperor responded: 'I thank you for not having put so wicked a thought into effect, and from now on I shall not give you occasion to test your loyalty; I command you never to speak to me again or to be anywhere I am.' And with these words he performed a great service for him."

"Remember everything and do not miss a detail of how she receives you:  if her color changes as you give her my message; if she becomes agitated or troubled when she hears my name; if she moves about on her pillows, if you happen to find her in the richly furnished antechamber of her rank; if she is standing, look at her to see if she shifts from one foot to another; if she repeats her answer two or three times; if she changes from gentle to severe, from harsh to loving; if she raises her hand to her hair to smooth it, although it is not disarranged, finally, my friend, observe all her actions and movements, because if you related them to me just as they occurred, I shall interpret what she keeps hidden in the secret places of her heart in response to the fact of my love; for you must know, Sancho, if you do not know it already, that with lovers, the external actions and movements, revealed when the topic of their love arises, are reliable messengers bringing the news of what transpires deep in their souls."

"And so this is what Sancho did, and he gave Rocinante, the same freedom he had given the donkey, for their friendship was so unusual and so firm that it has been claimed, in a tradition handed down from fathers to sons, that the author of this true history devoted particular chapters to it, but for the sake of maintaining the decency and decorum so heroic a history deserves, he did not include them, although at times he is remiss in his purpose and writes that as soon as the two animals were together they would begin to scratch each other, and then, when they were tired and satisfied, Rocinante would lay his neck across the donkey's--it would extend almost half a meter on the other side--and, staring intently at the ground, the two of them could stand this way for three days, or, at least, for as long as they were permitted to do so or were not compelled by hunger to look for food."

"'I do disavow them,' responded Sancho, 'and in that sense and for that reason your grace could dump a whole whorehouse on me and my children and my wife, because everything they do and say deserves the best compliments, and I want to see them again so much that I pray God to deliver me from mortal sin, which would be the same as delivering me from this dangerous squirely work that I've fallen into for the second time, tempted and lured by a purse with a hundred ducados that I found one day in the heart of the Sierra Morena; and the devil places before my eyes, here, there, not here but over there, a sack filled with doblones, and at every step I take I seem to touch it with my hand, and put my arms around it, and take it to my house, and hold mortgages, and collect rents, and live like a prince, and when I'm thinking about that, all the trials I suffer with this simpleton of a master seem easy to bear, even though I know he's more of a madman than a knight.'"

"And so, the history tells us that when Bachelor Sanson Carrasco advised Don Quixote to return to the chivalric undertakings he had abandoned, it was because he first had spoken privately with the priest and the barber regarding the steps that could be taken to prevail upon Don Quixote to remain quietly and peacefully at home and not be disturbed by ill-fated adventures; and the decision of this meeting was, by unanimous vote and the particular support of Carrasco, that they would allow Don Quixote to leave, since it seemed impossible to stop him, and that Sanson, as a knight errant, would meet him on the road and engage in combat with him, for there was no lack of reasons to fight, and he would vanquish him, on the assumption that this would be an easy thing to do, and it would be agreed and accepted that the vanquished would be at the mercy of the victor, and when Don Quixote had been vanquished, the bachelor-knight would order him to return to his village and his house and not leave again for two years, or until he had commanded otherwise; it was clear that the vanquished Don Quixote would undoubtedly obey in order not to contravene or disrespect the laws of chivalry, and it might be that in the time of his seclusion he would forget his illusions, or a worthwhile remedy would be found to cure his madness."

A Morisco expelled from Spain: "And so I arranged, as a prudent man, I think, and as one who knows that by a certain date the house where he lives will be taken away and he'll need to have another one to move into, I arranged, as I said, to leave the village alone, without my family, and find a place where I could take them in comfort and without the haste with which others were leaving; because I saw clearly, as did all our elders, that those proclamations were not mere threats, as some were saying, but real laws that would be put into effect at the appointed time; I was forced to believe this truth because I knew the hateful and foolish intentions of our people, and they were such that it seems to me it was divine inspiration that moved His Majesty to put into effect so noble a resolution, not because all of us were guilty, for some were firm and true Christians, though these were so few they could not oppose those who were not, but because it is not a good idea to nurture a snake in your bosom or shelter enemies in your house."

"Know then, Senor, that my name is Bachelor Sanson Carrasco; I am from the same village as Don Quixote of La Mancha, whose madness and foolishness move all of us who know him to pity; I have been one of those who pitied him most, and believing that his health depends on his remaining peacefully in his own village and in his own house, I devised a way to oblige him to do that, and so some three months ago I took to the road as a knight errant, calling myself the Knight of the Mirrors, and intending to do combat with him and defeat him without doing him harm, and setting as a condition of our combat that the vanquished would have to obey the victor; what I planned to ask of him, because I already considered him defeated, was that he return to his village and not leave it again for a year, for in that time he could be cured; but fate ordained otherwise, because he defeated me and toppled me from my horse, and so my idea did not succeed; he continued on his way, and I returned home, defeated, chagrined, and bruised from my fall, which was a dangerous one, yet not even this could diminish my desire to find him again and defeat him, as you have witnessed today."

"'Don Quixote, at that very moment, without regard for the time or the hour, withdrew with the bachelor and the priest, and when they were alone he told them briefly about his defeat and the obligation he was under not to leave his village for a year, which he intended to obey to the letter and not violate in the slightest, as befitted a knight errant bound by the order and demands of knight errantry, and that he had thought of becoming a shepherd for the year and spending his time in the solitude of the countryside, where he could freely express his amorous thoughts and devoted himself to the virtuous pastoral occupation; and he implored them, if they did not have too much to do and were not prevented by more important matters, to be his companions, and he would buy enough sheep and livestock to give them the name of shepherds; and he told them that the most important part of the business had already been taken care of, because he had given them names that would fit them like a glove.  The priest asked him to say what they were.  Don Quixote responded that he would be called Shepherd Quixotiz, and the bachelor would be Shepherd Carrascon, and the priest, Shepherd Curambro, and Sancho Panza, Shepherd Pancino."

"For me alone was Don Quixote born, and I for him; he knew how to act, and I to write; the two of us alone are one, despite and regardless of the false Tordesillan writer who dared, or will dare, to write with a coarse and badly designed ostrich feather about the exploits of my valorous knight, for it is not a burden for his shoulders or a subject for his cold creativity; and you will warn him, if you ever happen to meet him, to let the weary and crumbling bones of Don Quixote rest in the grave, and not attempt, contrary to all the statutes of death, to carry them off to Castilla la Vieja, removing him from the tomb where he really and truly lies, incapable of undertaking a third journey or a new sally; for to mock the many undertaken by so many knights errant, the two he made were enough, and they have brought delight and pleasure to everyone who knows of them, in these kingdoms as well as those abroad."

Monday, December 09, 2019

OZARK

"I have more arms than letters, and my inclination is toward arms, for I was born under the influence of the planet Mars, and so I am almost compelled to follow his path, and follow it I must despite the rest of the world; it will be useless to try to persuade me that I do not wish what heaven wishes, fortune ordains, reason demands, and, above all, what my will desires; for, knowing as I do the countless travails that accompany knight errantry, I also know the infinite benefits that can be attained through it; I know that the path of virtue is very narrow, and the road of wickedness is broad and spacious; I know that their endings and conclusions are different, because the expansive, spacious road of wickedness ends in death, and the road of virtue, so narrow and difficult, ends in life, not the life that ends, but life everlasting; and I know, as our great Castilian poet [Garcilaso de la Vega] says, that 

Along this harsh, rock-strewn terrain we climb 
to the peak, high seat of immortality, 
never reached if these rigors are declined"
--Don Quixote

With The Crown finished, we started watching the second season of Ozark, the one about the big-city family forced to launder drug cartel money in redneck country.  It's still pretty smart!

Wednesday night was the History Meetup.  We discussed South Africa.

Saturday was another Crowdread Meetup.  We were doing a crossword puzzle as a team effort--but guess who pulled ahead of the others and finished it first? (I also read them the bit from Orwell's school memoir where he describes being beaten for bed-wetting.) Krystyna shared a rainbow cake with us!

Sunday afternoon my singing group had a session singing Christmas songs.  We were going to sing at an old folk's home but the gig fell through, so we just sang at our usual place.

Afterward was the Classic Book Club, where we discussed the second half of Don Quixote. (I did finish the book in time, on the way there!) We decided to move the time to Thursday nights.

Tuesday, December 03, 2019

Snow

"Look, my friends, there are four kinds of lineage and, listen carefully, all the lineages in the world can be reduced to these:  some had humble beginnings, and extended and expanded until they reached the heights of greatness; others had noble beginnings, and preserved them, and still preserve and maintain them just as they were; still others may have had noble beginnings but, like pyramids, they tapered to a point, having diminished and annihilated their origins until they ended in nothingness, as the tip of the pyramid is nothing compared to its base or bottom; finally, there are others, and these are the majority, that did not have a good beginning or a reasonable middle, and therefore in the end they have no name, like the lineages of ordinary plebeians"--Don Quixote

"No shock lasts longer than 48 hours.  There's too much appetite for the next shock"--The Crown

The snow arrived yesterday.  My singing group's rehearsal was cancelled, but my memoir group had been cancelled beforehand so it wasn't affected.

Well, we may not have a bedbug problem after all.  But we gave one room a steam-cleaning Saturday to be on the safe side.

I've finished the South Africa history.  Now I have to finish Don Quixote before the book club meets on Sunday, but I like a challenge!

Finished the third season of The Crown.  It must be painful viewing for the real-life Royals! (I have a feeling that they took considerable dramatic licence...)

Lately I've been watching the Cinematic Excrement channel on Youtube.  As the name suggests, Sean "Smeghead" Moore is discussing movies he doesn't like.  But it's better than he sounds:  he goes into detail about each film, even mentioning parts that he does like!

I've started taking dinner up to my room because I don't like having to listen to the TV while I'm eating.