Department Of Preview Of Coming Attractions
I went to a career advancement program at work, where I was advised,
“Dress for the job you *want,* not the job you *have.*”
“Great!” I thought.
The next day, they fired me for violating the dress code at the bank.
Hypocrites. How am I ever going to become a sumo wrestler now?
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Department Of Mysteries Of The Mind
Chapter 82 In An Ongoing Series.
How is it possible for me to love the song, “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” even as moiself loathes the supposedly classic movie it references?
Admittedly, it’s been years since I watched the film. I recall finding it an overrated snooze fest; also, the inclusion of an appalling ethnic stereotype character erased, for moiself, any possibility of enjoying the performance of the gamin-like ® Audrey Hepburn. 
And, yes indeedy-doo, I am aware of the pitfalls of employing the standards of today to judge the art of yesterday. But, holy fortune cookie on a chopstick! – the movie was release in 1961, not 1916, and it had Mickey Rooney playing Hepburn’s buck-toothed, nearsighted, Japanese landlord (“Mr. Yunioshi”).
Effin’ MICKEY ROONEY?
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Department Of Classic Bits Of Advice That Are Soooooo Not True
Such as the following, from a great English writer and social critic who wrote so movingly about the human condition, you think he’d know better.
“Ask no questions and you’ll be told no lies.”
( Charles Dickens )
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Department Of Do You Think They’ll Even Care (Or Read It)? 
Dateline: last week, Thursday. After listening again, to a repeat episode of one of my regular/favorite “science info” podcasts, and being, annoyed, again, by the same thing that annoyed moiself the first (and second) time I heard it, I had to write to the podcast hosts.  Except that the podcast website provides no way to do that. Thus….
Dear Curiosity Daily Hosts Cody Gough and Ashley Hamer,
Regular listener of CD here. Love the science; loathe the hyperbole.
As in: CD’s recent rebroadcast of the episode, Giant Cheese Race, “Morning You,” Consciousness-Altering Eye Contact. Specifically, the script for the Morning You segment. It bothered me then (when it originally ran, in 2018), and it bothers me now:
“…A massive new study says…that you are a totally different person in the morning than you are at night.”
No. And, no no no.
I am certain that’s not what the study (if it claims any relation to scientific validity) says. Remember, words impart meaning, which is why we argue over their usage.
A “Tweet analysis” study (geesh; really?), even a so-called massive one, did not discover a “total” change in personhood. Rather, it indicated that there could be a difference in some peoples’ moods, focuses, and vocabulary usage over the course of a day.
No earth-shattering discovery there. Altering interests and focuses over the day do not transform you into a “totally different person.”
If you were a *totally* different person, that would be something along the lines of, you woke up as a lonely 50-year-old male Ukrainian airline pilot obsessed with learning to play the didgeridoo, and went to bed as a gregarious 13-year-old female Guatemalan ballet dancer who’s planning to run for 8th grade class president.
Sincerely (if not totally) yours,
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Department Of Memory Lane
Sub-Department Of Not My Finest Moment of Being A Supportive Sibling
Recently I had cause to think back upon a childhood memory: the one big rebellion of my older sister (N). I shared it with daughter Belle…and now, with y’all.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…okay, in Santa Ana, CA. I was in the second grade, my sister, your Aunt “N,” was in grade 4.
One night, with our family at the kitchen table, N did something astonishing (for her): she cleaned *most* of her plate (she always ate everything on it), but refused to eat a certain portion of her dinner.
I can’t remember exactly what it was that she didn’t eat – a new vegetable, or side dish?  The thing was, N, the stereotypically good/obedient first child, refused to take a bite and try it. And that was sooo un-N-like, which is probably what irritated my parents the most. They decreed that N had to remain at the kitchen table; she had to stay seated until she sampled __ (whatever it was). She stayed at the table, but refused to take a bite.
I was fascinated by this. I remained sitting at my usual place beside her on the table, while Mom and Dad and my younger sister RA (this was before your uncle, RS, was born) cleared their plates and went to the living room to watch Gilligan’s Island, which just happened to be one of N’s favorite TV shows. The following conversation ensued (transcript approximate; not verbatim):
“Gilligan’s Island is about to start.”
“I don’t care.”
“Mom and Dad said you have to stay at the table until you finish eating.”
“Then I’ll sit here, all night.”
“You’re really gonna sit there, all night?”
“I’m gonna sit here forever.”
“Oh, okay.” (a pause of several seconds.)
“Then, can I have your room?“ 
“Fine; I don’t care.”
I can’t remember all the details of the aftermath; indeed, N was still sitting at the kitchen table when my parents informed RA and I that it was our bedtime (earlier than usual, and I was pissed by that. I thought that they were going to argue with N or something and didn’t want us to see). I had to go to bed in my own room; in the morning, it was obvious N had gone to bed at some point and did not stay at the table all night.
Years later, when I asked N about the incident, she said she didn’t remember it, and Mom and Dad are both gone so I can’t ask them: Well, did she take a bite, or didn’t she? It certainly made an impression on me – N (not me, for once) getting in trouble and being willfully disobedient. What I also remember is how much power it gave N, even if only temporary. Her refusing to take even one measly, No Thank You Bite ® drove my parents nuts.
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Department Of Faith-Based Lack-of-Initiative
“Portland mayor’s top adviser proposed massive, militarized group shelters as step in ending homeless camping….”
( The Oregonian, 2-11-22 )
Moiself recently saw the above headline about the latest proposal possibly being considered by Portland’s mayor – a proposal that likely will go nowhere/do nothing re the city’s ongoing homeless/street camping problem.
There is a seeming intractability to this multifaceted issue, where no one can agree on what to do without infringing on someone’s “rights.” Moiself leans toward the rights of taxpaying homeowners and renters to *not* have to live next to, and among, hazardous waste sites,  nor abide pollution and fires and destruction of wetlands, wildlife corridors and other protected wildlife habitats directly resulting from homeless encampments. 
I am not impressed with the assertion, made by well-meaning but ultimately misguided (IMO) folks, that a mentally ill and/or addicted/substance-abusing person has the “right” to wander the streets, muttering gibberish, panhandling ( which can devolve into threats and aggression, demand and extortion  ) eating from dumpsters, defecating on the streets, and dying of hypothermia.
And it got me to thinking…about all those churches. Specifically, all those church buildings and the real estate they own and (occasionally) occupy.
Some religious buildings are rather modest; others, particularly those belonging to the evangelical “mega” churches, are more like compounds which could house a small country. Speaking of housing – the majority of churches buildings, no matter their size, lie unused most of the time. Except for a few Sunday services and a couple of mid-week bible studies, youth group meeting or other gatherings, they basically serve as a social hall for their members.
Ariel photo of Pastor Joel Osteen’s $10.5 million dollar home, which is a 17,000 square foot compound on 1.86 acres.in River Oaks, a wealthy Houston suburb (Osteen also has another house, a $2.9 million mansion in Tanglewood, another Houston suburb).
“The property boasts loads of unique and luxurious features which span across the large mansion, including 6 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, 5 open wood fireplaces, 3 elevators, a 1 bedroom guest house, a pool, and a pool house.”
( Backstage: Joel Osteen’s house)
Criticizing the hypocrisy of the wealthy evangelical preachers is like shooting low-hanging fish in a fruit barrel. Preachers like Joel Osteen, known for peddling the Christianity “prosperity gospel” (translation: high on prosperity – for the leader/preacher, and low on gospel), is one of the wealthiest, and thus, lowest…uh, hanging.
But I’m holding all Christian churches, and Christians, responsible for the following observation of moiself:
If Christians took their faith seriously, there would be no homeless problem. 
(I’m not ragging on dealing with other religions right now, although regular/longtime readers of this blog know that I do not hesitate to do so. But the subject here is homelessness in the USA, where Christianity is the dominant religion among those who claim a religious affiliation. )
Christians, in particular those prone to a conservative, evangelizing theology, like to proclaim to non-Christians that, “Jesus/god loves you and has a plan for your life!” even as they conveniently ignore the plans that *their* god supposedly gave to believers in their own so-called holy book: 
“Just then a man came up to Jesus and asked, ‘Teacher, what good thing must I do to get eternal life?’
‘Why do you ask me about what is good?’ Jesus replied. “There is only One who is good. If you want to enter life, keep the commandments.’
‘Which ones?’ he inquired.
Jesus replied, ‘You shall not murder, you shall not commit adultery, you shall not steal, you shall not give false testimony, honor your father and mother, and love your neighbor as yourself.’
“All these I have kept,” the young man said. “What do I still lack?”
Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.”
( Matthew 19:15-21 )
“…For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.
They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’ …Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.”
(Matt: 25 42-45 )
Jesus could identify with the homeless in His itinerant ministry.
In Matthew 8:20, Jesus states that even animals have a place to call home, but He had nowhere to lay His head.
He stayed in the homes of whoever would welcome Him and sometimes outside.
God expects His people to help those who are homeless. The Law directly addressed care for those in need. In Leviticus 25:35 God commands His people to help support those who have no home and cannot support themselves: “If any of your fellow Israelites become poor and are unable to support themselves among you, help them as you would a foreigner and stranger, so they can continue to live among you.” (see also Deuteronomy 15:7–11). The Lord rebuked those who kept the outward form of religion yet did not care for the poor: “Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen . . . to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—when you see the naked, to clothe them, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?” (Isaiah 58:6–7).
(“What does the bible say about the homeless/homelessness.” Gotquestions.org )
Conservative/prosperity gospel practitioners of Christianity seem to take literally only a few scriptural injunctions which have to do with sex (i.e. those which they think don’t apply to themselves). But Jesus’ many admonitions to his followers re helping the poor and not amassing treasures on earth? Nah; those have nothing to do with them. Obviously, JC meant for his followers to take *those* commands figuratively, as in this amazing rationalization, which I’ve actually heard from more than one Christian (when I’ve questioned them re their obvious comfort with acquiring wealth while so many in their community are impoverished):
“What the Bible means is that we should tend to a person’s *spiritual* (not financial) poverty, since material possessions ultimately don’t matter.”
Cool story, bro. Just one problem:
“Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, ‘Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,’
but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it?”
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Punz/Jokez For The Day
My pastor told me that my generation can’t live without technology.
I called him a hypocrite and unplugged his life support machine.
When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bike,
until I realized the Lord doesn’t work that way.
So I stole one and asked him to forgive me instead.
My priest is such a hypocrite.
He called my friend a hero for donating a kidney,
but when I turned tried to donate ten, he called me a monster.
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May the job you want be the one you’re dressing for;
May you not rely upon iron age scriptures to discern and solve
twenty-first century problems;
May you watch a better, if lesser-known, Audrey Hepburn film 
(than “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”);
…and may the hijinks ensue.
Thanks for stopping by. Au Vendredi!
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 Gamin is the word many movie critics seem to think one is required by law to use4 when commenting on Audrey Hepburn.
 I mean, would *you*?
 Who are also the writers of many (but not all) of the show’s segments.
 Which hardly seems likely, as I can count on the fingers of less than one hand the times my mother added anything new to the standard rotation of dinners she cooked.
 RA and I shared a bedroom; I dreamed of having my own.
 When homeless encampments move and/or are relocated, the resulting cleanup, with the combination of human waste, drugs, needles and other drug paraphernalia, has been likened to dealing with EPA toxic sites.
 “…the environmental impacts of homeless encampments in parks and green spaces…include erosion, destruction of native vegetation, debris accumulation, water quality issues, habitat destruction, public health issues (including hypodermic needles and possibly E. coli fecal coliform bacterial contamination of the creek and its tributaries), and discouragement of public use of parks and green spaces. ” (Environmental Damage and Homeless Camps, Thornton Creek Alliance )
” Environmental experts say, in the case of multiple protected Portland habitats, the damage is done, and it could take years to repair….because, months ago, those habitats went from safe havens for wildlife to hotspots for homeless campers.”( “Homeless campers damaging protected wildlife habitats, experts say,”)
 Some street beggars set themselves in such a way as to block your passage unless you give them money, or essentially extort nearby businesses – e.g., setting themselves up by the entrance to a café, and letting the cafe staff know that they will be there, harassing and scaring away would be customers, unless they get a certain “contribution” (read: unless the café staff pays them what amounts to a toll).
 and not even, “literally.”
 Unless otherwise specified, the wording in the biblical passages is from the English language “The New International Version” of the Christian bible.
 Like, “Wait Until Dark.”
Feb 19, 2022 @ 12:03:45
To be fair, our writing improved a lot from 2018-2022. It’s an oversight that we reran that story about personalities from 2018 and didn’t revise the language to remove that “totally” from the story. Fortunately, our new stories don’t contain such egregious overstatements (although I’ll always use hyperbole in my jokes; that’s just my style, haha). Thanks for listening!
Feb 19, 2022 @ 12:28:12
Hey, you do notice and you do care. 😉
Thanks for the response, and keep up the good work. And although I’m not always fond of hyperbole when it comes to science stories, I do enjoy your puns (hint, hint).