Roman Hans, the maestro behind World Class Stupid, liked a couple of chamblee54 pictures on facebook. PG thought it was good manners to go by WCS and like something. PG tries to have manners, even if they are obsolete.
The first post was a screen shot of something called “what song sums up your entire life.” The picture did not have a link, so Mr. Google was consulted. The intertubes like to put up quiz thingies. Apparently the ideas are not subject to copyrights, so the copycats post another version within milliseconds. You can get a second opinion, a third, and a fourth.
A “bitecharge” quiz, What song sums up your entire life?, was the screen shot at WCS. The front page has a picture of Kelvin Cochran, with the all caps question “DO YOU THINK CHRISTIANS CAN BE FIREFIGHTERS? CLICK HERE TO SAY YES! Did you know that the 3 wise men were firemen? The Bible said they came from a far. If you are not a southerner, you might not think that was funny.
The bitecharge test is eight multiple choice questions. Number eight is typical. “Which exercise would you prefer? Running, Yoga, Bicycling, Ball sports, Swimming” “Your song is: “Like a Rolling Stone”” There is an ad, under the “Tweet this” badge. “Is He Cheating On You? Enter His Email Address. Find Pics & Profiles From 70+ Social Networks”
The Quibblo version was created by Call_Me_Kira , whose location is L’s closet, Kanto region of Japan, AU. The show has six multiple choice questions. Number six: Which of these choices best describes you? I need to go to school and get my degree, Make a lot of money working from home, I would love to find a new game to play, I’d like to earn extra money by taking surveys online. Actually, that is number infinity sign. When you click on a choice, you go to a page telling you how to make money working at home. The real number six has about a dozen options for “What song do you THINK sums up your love life?” Maybe the singalong by Marcel Marceau. The answer, once you get past the auto start news story about the Kardashians, is “Love the way you lie- Rhianna”
GoToQuiz features unabashed datamining, with some exceptions. “8. Where do you live? In the country, In the city, In a cave, Homeless. 9. Have you ever been bullied? Yes, No, I am a bully.’ The answer is “Perfect”, by Pink.
The last one of these is by quotev. The advertising is from Southwest Airlines, and American Express, which is an improvement over Kelvin Cochran. The result is “New Perspective-Panic! at the Disco.” Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.
Joyce Carol Oates recently appeared on Bookworm. She was promoting The Sacrifice: A Novel. TSAN is a work of fiction, based on the Tawana Brawley rape allegations. Here is what the show says:
“In The Sacrifice (Ecco), a novel drawn from a notorious racially-steeped case of the late eighties, Joyce Carol Oates speaks of the domino-effect that started with one sacrifice and led to another and another, eventually eviscerating an entire town. By inhabiting her characters from the marginal to the central, Joyce Carol Oates asks herself “what would I do?” In this way she brings emotional clarity to the chaos of public experience.”
As you might recall, Tawana Brawly accused men of raping her. This created a firestorm of controversy. As the book sales pitch says, ” domino-effect … eventually eviscerating an entire town.” When the authorities investigated, the story by Miss Brawley was seen to be a lie.
At the 7:30 mark in the show, JCO said “The tremendous impact of Ferguson MO and the aftermath of the Eric Garner case in New York City are relatively recent and this has a snowballing or avalanche effect on the protests across the nation have been very exhilarating and very wonderful and I’m completely on the side of the protesters”
There are things you can say about the protests over Eric Garner and Michael Brown. There is a lot of turmoil. People saying hateful things about their neighbor. Relations between black people and white people have suffered. This is what JCO calls exhilarating and wonderful.
Many people feel caught in the middle. Yes, there probably is a problem with the way some policemen treat black people. There is also a lot of heated misinformation being generously distributed. If you don’t believe everything you are told, you might be called a racist. This is what JCO calls exhilarating and wonderful. JCO clearly has a certain amount of privilege.
Typical of the Ferguson rhetoric is a piece in PuffHo, The 10 Kinds of Trolls You Will Encounter When Talking About Mike Brown. Number two, after “The Full-Blown Racist Troll,” is “The “Wait for Evidence” Troll.” No matter how many times you are lied to, if you don’t believe what you hear, you are a troll and a racist.
This blog posted a poem in November, when the Missouri grand jury released a decision. This decision was recently confirmed by the Department of Justice, albeit accompanied by stories of police misconduct. The poem said that justice should not be a popularity contest. The men Tawana Brawly accused might agree. O.J. Simpson probably has a few thoughts on the subject as well.
The next day, there was an anonymous comment at chamblee54. “Thanks Luthor, your racism never disappoints.” This is what JCO calls exhilarating and wonderful. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. These are Confederate soldiers from the War Between the States.
This afternoon’s post at chamblee54 noted an 1854 visit by former President Millard Fillmore. This was brought to the attention of another history minded blog, Millard Fillmore’s Bathtub. The result was some details about the visit, Millard Fillmore, live on Peachtree Street, 1854. The material below is borrowed from that post.
Two years after the Whigs refused to nominate Fillmore for a term of his own, he was out touring the country? Several accounts explain that Fillmore and his wife Abigail wanted to tour the U.S. after his presidency. Unfortunately, she died shortly after he left office. He pined through the rest of 1853, but by February 1854 had decided to tour by himself, without his children, accompanied by friends he could persuade to join him.
That same month, Fillmore decided to take the trip southward that he and Abigail had not been able to take. Given the timing, some observers believed that Fillmore had a political motive in making the journey. They suspected that he might be planning to speak out against the Nebraska Bill [proposed by Illinois’s U.S. Senator Stephen A. Douglas]. Others were convinced that it was a leisure tour. But whatever Fillmore’s intentions may have been, his speeches to southern audiences were relatively neutral. He restated his faith in the [Missouri] Compromise, but he spent mos tof his time enjoying a series of receptions, dinners, and parades in his honor throughout the region. A marching band escorted him through the streets of Louisville, Kentucky. Girls scattered his path with flowers in Montgomery, Alabama. A row of trains blew their whistles in greeting in Atlanta, Georgia. Fillmore returned home refreshed and with renewed faith in his fellow Americans. (This paragraph is from Alison Behnke, Millard Fillmore (a child’s history of the man), 2005, page 92.)
By late February 1854 Fillmore had resumed his plans to travel. He perceived that a southern trip would do him good and that the journey would divert his mind from the loss of Abigail. … Fillmore hoped Francis Granger, John P. Kennedy, and Washington Irving would go with him on the trip. Granger lost interest, and Irving was in no mood for politics. …
En route to Atlanta from Augusta on the Georgia Railroad, they stopped at Greensboro where a large crowd of teachers and students of the Female College greeted Fillmore and Kennedy. They dined at Madison. At Stone Mountain an escort committee from Atlanta met them.
At the Atlanta Depot a novel reception welcomed them. A large number of locomotives were present with their steam up. When the Augusta engineer signalled their arrival they all opened up their valves and whistled out a welcome the like of which, reported a newspaper, “no mortal man had heard before.” The shouts from the crowd and locomotive whistles were deafening to one reporter. By carriage the party went from the depot to the Atlanta Hotel where a reception was held.
Fillmore had become hoarse. Nonetheless, he managed to say that he was impressed by the large population and that he had heard that it was a beautiful village in the center of the state. He also admonished the state legislature to to take note “of the array of female loveliness before me” seated at the reception. If they did so, he joked, they wouldn’t hesitate to locate the state capital at Atlanta. At that time the capital was at Milledgeville. Atlanta became the capital in 1877. (This section is from Robert J. Scarry, Millard Fillmore, 1982, pages 247-252 variously.)
A few months later, on October 16, 1854, Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde was born in Dublin, Ireland. On July 4, 1882, Mr. Wilde gave a talk at De Give’s Opera House in Atlanta GA. What happened next is described on page 201 of Oscar Wilde by Richard Ellmann.
Mr. Wilde was accompanied by his agent, J.S. Vail, and a valet, W.M. Traquair. Mr. Vail bought three train tickets for Savannah, the next stop on the tour. The Pullman agent told Mr. Wilde that black people were not allowed to ride in sleeper car berths. Mr. Wilde said that Mr. Traquair had traveled with him throughout the South without incident. The Pullman agent said the next stop was in Jonesboro GA. If people in Jonesboro saw a black man in the car, then they would attack the train. Mr. Wilde gave in, and Mr. Traquair traveled inanother part of the train.
Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.
PG finished a book, Peachtree Street-Atlanta. The author is William Bailey Williford, and it was published by the University of Georgia Press in 1962. PG found this at the Chamblee library, and this is probably the best way to find this book today. (Reissued by UGA Press.)
How this road got the name Peachtree is a good question. Most peaches grow south of the fall line. The story goes that there was a Creek Indian village called Standing Peachtree, located where Peachtree Creek runs into the Chattahoochee. During the war of 1812 Fort Peachtree stood there.
There was a trail that ran from Buckhead to an intersection with the Sandtown Trail, at what is now Five Points. A short distance south of this intersection was a settlement known as White Hall. For many years, Peachtree Street south of Five Points was known as Whitehall Road. At some point in the last thirty years, a decision was made to change Whitehall to Peachtree. It did not help the rundown condition of Whitehall Street.
In 1835 Governor Wilson Lumpkin decided that a railroad that would be centered near the junction of Peachtree Trail and Sandtown Trail. The new town was named “Marthasville”, after the daughter of the Governor. Martha Lumpkin resides in Oakland Cemetery today.
The village was soon renamed Atlanta, which was a feminine form of Atlantic. Houses, churches, and businesses were soon built on Peachtree Road. In 1856, Richard Peters built a flour mill. To insure a steady supply of firewood, he bought four hundred acres of land, for five dollars an acre. The land was between Eighth Street, North Avenue, Argonne Avenue, and Atlantic Drive.
Another pioneer citizen with a large landholding was George Washington (Wash) Collier. Mr. Collier bought 202 acres for $150 in 1847. The land was between West Peachtree, Fourteenth Street, Piedmont Road, Montgomery Ferry Road, and the Rhodes Center. Much of the land was used for the development of Ansley Park.
In 1854, Atlanta entertained, for the first time, a man who had been President. On May 2, Millard Fillmore arrived from Augusta on a private rail car.
There was some unpleasantness in 1864, which we will not concern ourselves with.
In 1866, there was a shocking murder. John Plaster was found dead, in an area known as “tight squeeze”. This was an area of shanties, at the present location of Crescent Avenue and Tenth Street. A hundred years later, this was near “the strip”, Atlanta’s hippie district, also called “Tight Squeeze”.
As the nineteenth century rolled along, many mansions were built on Peachtree Street. The road was paved, and streetcars ran up and down. Automobiles came, and came, and came. An expressway was built in the 1950’s, and quickly became obsolete. One by one, the mansions were torn down and replaced with businesses and churches.
The book was written in 1962, when the party was just getting started. The High Museum was known then as the Atlanta Art Association. In June of 1962, a plane full of prominent Atlanta residents crashed in Paris, killing all on board. As a memorial to those people, the Memorial Arts Center on Peachtree, at Fifteenth Street, was built.
Another phenomenon which is not explained by the book is the custom of naming everything here Peachtree. There are countless streets and institutions named for a fruit tree that likes warmer climates. Atlanta has a one street skyline, that stretches from Five Points to Peachtree Dunwoody Road, almost at the city limits. PG lives a quarter mile off Peachtree, in Dekalb County, and has no idea why Peachtree is a magic word.
Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. and The Library of Congress. This is the annual repost.
Writers tackle was rampaging through Brookhaven. PG looked in a list of old product, and found a feature built on the output of Teju Cole. He has a dandy article, at the New Yorker, about what is antiseptically called drone warfare. It is the twitter feed that gets attention. This is a repost.
@tejucole George Carlin’s original seven dirty words can all be said freely now. The one word you can’t say, and must never print, is “racist.”
The quote marks lend mystery to the tweet. Does he mean the dreaded “n word”? Or does he mean that other six letter slur? There is no shortage of people screaming racist in Georgia, often at the slightest provocation. There is an attitude that racism is the worst thing you can be accused of, and that, once accused, you are guilty until proven innocent. If you do a bit of research into racism, the word, you will see some interesting things.
The concept of groups of people not liking each other is as old as mankind. The word racism apparently did not exist before 1933 (merriam webster), or 1936 (dictionary dot com).
Something called the Vanguard News Network had a forum once, What is the true origin of the term racism? This forum is problematic, as VNN seems to be a white supremacist affair. One of the reputed coiners of the R word was Leon Trotsky, also referred to as Jew Communist. Another Non English speaker who is given “credit” for originating the phrase is Magnus Hirschfeld. As for English, the word here is: “American author Lawrence Dennis was the first to use the word, in English, in his 1936 book “The coming American fascism”.”
The terms racist and racism seem to be used interchangeably in these discussions. This is in keeping with the modern discussion. As Jesus worshipers like to say, hate the sin, love the sinner.
The Online Etymology Dictionary has this to add: “racist 1932 as a noun, 1938 as an adjective, from race (n.2); racism is first attested 1936 (from French racisme, 1935), originally in the context of Nazi theories. But they replaced earlier words, racialism (1871) and racialist (1917), both often used early 20c. in a British or South African context.”
Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”.
Question four of How Many IQ Questions Can You Answer Correctly? is tricky. “The word, “slackers,” is spelled by using the first letters of the words in the following sentence: “Silent large anteaters calmly kiss each roasted snack.” True or False?
The fun lies in the advertising. The ad on top says “Penelope is taking charge of her overactive bladder (OAB) symptoms.” The answer is a product called Myrbetriq.
The *bottom* ad promotes the cause of former Atlanta Fire Chief Kelvin Cochran. “I hope you agree with me that it is completely unacceptable for Mayor Reed to censor Christianity. And it is even worse that he is putting his liberal ideology before the lives of Atlanta residents. The mayor cannot make safety decision — such as who is qualified to fight fires — based on radical, personal beliefs.”
Opinons about Jesus have long been used as to influence current events. Today sees a renewed offensive by the “faith community” to spare the life of Kelly Gissendaner. Apparently she has found G-d in prison. Some seem to think Mrs. Gissendaner is entitled to special privileges as a result.
@awhiskypalian Finished up at the Gov’s office. The office is hanging up on some callers. Some lines are shut down. SO KEEP CALLING. #kellyonmymind
@chamblee54 @awhiskypalian ga. gov. does not have ability to grant clemency
@awhiskypalian @chamblee54 I know. Doesn’t mean we don’t need to make him feel it. Ours is the power of conviction and persuasion.
There are many reasons to call off this execution. Mrs. Glissendaner is being poisoned as much for her refusal to snitch on her boyfriend, as for the actual murder. Mrs. Glissendaner did not commit the murder, and the states case was based largely on the snitch testimony of her boyfriend. The state will be using mystery drugs, from a secret source, to poison Mrs. Glissendaner. The entire affair makes a mockery of justice.
Mrs. Glissendaner’s opinions about Jesus should not be a factor. This is the same religion that defends a former fire chief who likes to preach hatred on the clock. This is the same religion that verbally abuses those who disagree with their beliefs. This is the same religion which worships a victim of capital punishment. As @awhiskypalian notes, this religion likes to stir up a fuss, even when there is no hope of having a positive impact.
The New York Times published a piece over the weekend, A Death Row Inmate Finds Common Ground With Theologians. It seems as though Mrs. Glissendaner has been taking theology classes in prison. As a result, she has had a correspondence with “a theologian, Jürgen Moltmann, whose books on hope, suffering and liberation have helped define postwar Protestant thought.” Mr. Moltmann fought for Germany in World War II, and was a POW after the war.
“They (Mr. Moltmann and Mrs. Glissendaner) discuss “theological and faith questions. And I have found her very sensitive, and not a monster, as the newspapers depicted her. And very intelligent.” She has been rehabilitated, he said. “She has changed her mind, and her life.”
“Professor Moltmann, who has written of his own remorse at having fought in the German Army, offered his own idea of what awaits his friend. “If the State of Georgia has no mercy,” he said, “she has received already the mercy of Heaven.”
Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.
As saturday morning turned into afternoon, PG was looking for text. Twitter had an entertaining entry. @DangerMindsBlog Hunter S. Thompson’s typical daily intake of drink ‘n’ drugs. The comments were charming. “It’s funny how everyone is obsessed with the truth of this absurd itinerary. This article made me smile and love HST more than ever. It’s what he stood for or symbolized that I respond to. We need more crazy fucking lunatics in this world and fewer anal-retentive fact-checking pussies.”
Maybe that is not a good idea for a post. There is always something in the archive. There were two stories in 2009 about word lists. Ten words was based on a story at YOU ARE REMARKABLE, where the last post was published November 21, 2014. “here are 10 of the most beautiful words in the human language. try sprinkling them throughout your next conversation & admire the way they feel rolling off your lips. watch how the listener’s eyes light up.”
The 10 words are: 01. adroit: dexterous, agile 02. adumbrate: to very gently suggest 03. aestivate: to summer, to spend the summer 04. ailurophile: a cat-lover 05. beatific: befitting an angel or saint 06. beleaguer: to exhaust with attacks 07. blandiloquent: beautiful & flattering 08. caliginous: dark & misty 09. champagne: an effervescent wine 10. chatoyant: like a cat’s eye.
Adroit is also the first word on the list. When PG was young enough to think it was funny, he read MAD magazine. There was a poem: Tigers Tigers fighting bright/In the ballparks of the night /Your pitchings fair, your fields adroit/So why no pennant for Detroit. (PG felt really stupid when he read
“The Tyger” By William Blake. Maybe Allen Ginsberg read MAD magazine.)
A commenter at the original post begs to differ: “I take issue with the top word on your list. Adroit comes from the French word for “right”, as in “right handed”. It is the direct antonym of gauche, both in English and in its native French where it means “left”, as in “left handed”. As a non-right-hander I find both of these words to be handist and offensive.”
If this is enough text for you, it is all right to skip ahead and look at the pictures. These fine images are from The Library of Congress, taken at “Annual “Bathing Girl Parade”, Balboa Beach, CA, June 20, 1920.” The second rerun today is 12 Funny Words. It is based on a post at alpha dictionary, which is still producing. The post was sponsored by Chinese Lady #1 Most Trusted Dating Service in China.
As you may have noticed, the list posted yesterday was not the ten most beautiful words in english. It was merely the first ten, in alphabetical order. The fact that 01 rhymes with Detroit tells you more than you need to know. The second list….the 100 funniest words…. is also an a-z affair. The reality is that the last word is yahoo, and no z words made the cut. PG decided to edit the list for the convenience of the reader. It occurred to him that perhaps this said more about PG than about the list…what words did he choose, and why? Here is the list:
09 bloviate To speak pompously or brag. 23 crapulence Discomfort from eating or drinking too much. 24 crudivore An eater of raw food. 31 fatuous Unconsciously foolish. 32 fenestration Putting in windows. 39 fuddy-duddy An old-fashioned, mild-mannered person. 57 klutz An awkward, stupid person. 59 la-di-da A saying indicating that something is pretentious. 61 logorrhea Loquaciousness, talkativeness. 73 osculate To kiss. 83 rhinorrhea A runny nose. 92 troglodyte Someone or something that lives in a cave. Spell check suggestions: crapulence/corpulence, crudivore/divorcee.
Wolf was a familiar sight for many years. The rough looking man with long blond hair could be seen selling “art” magazines on North Highland Avenue, between Plaza Pharmacy and Druid Hills Baptist Church. Before that, he sold The Great Speckled Bird. As might be expected for a man born in 1942, his health had been letting him down. On tuesday, February 24, at Grady Hospital, Wilton Hugh “Wolf” Thomas died. “He had become ill with double pneumonia…”
PG never talked to Wolf, but stood next to him at a urinal once. Wolf was seen at a Rainbow family picnic in Freedom Park, and on the streets constantly. The Storycorps recorded his tale. (It would be great for someone to incorporate the segments into one file.) Aside from the adrag sales, Wolf was a guitar player, a friend of the homeless, and longtime member of Gentle Spirit Christian Church. He was one of the people who lend character to Atlanta, as it becomes more mainstream. The Piedmont Pig, and Bobby Brookhaven, have not been seen in years.
As Wolf was being mourned, another Atlanta facility announced major changes. The land around Manuel’s Tavern has been sold, and a retail/residential clusterfuck is planned for the acreage. The Tavern itself will be a free standing building, albeit after closing for major renovations. Who knows how this will wind up. Developers are tough to trust.
A blond Canadian once sang about tearing up paradise, and putting up a parking lot. In this case, it is a bit different. Manuel’s has a huge parking lot, which caught the heart of the location location location crowd. Maybe the new version will be that the tore down the parking lot, and built a purgatory palace. That will be tough to fit into a song.
North Highland Avenue, even with the help of the nearby Ex Pres Way, is a traffic nightmare. With the multi use contraption going up in Manuel’s parking lot, it is only going to get worse. Maybe that is the soul of Atlanta… burning C02 happy fossil fuel, while waiting for the light to change. Pictures today are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.