Monday OT: Dec 9 is Anna's Day

December 9 is day 343 of the Gregorian Calendar year,
Pungenday, The Aftermath 51, 3185 YOLD (discordian),
And let us not forget 13.0.7.1.4 by the Mayan Long Count

Lutefisk Contest
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Anna's Day is the day to start the preparation process of the lutefisk to be consumed on Christmas Eve. You have been notified, so get to it.

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On this day in history:

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1793 – New York City's first daily newspaper, the American Minerva, was established by Noah Webster.

1897 – Marguerite Durand founded the feminist daily newspaper La Fronde in Paris..

1905 – France passed the law separating church and state. I wonder if it works any better than ours has?.

1953 – General Electric announced that all communist employees would be fired

1958 – The John Birch Society was founded

1962 – The Petrified Forest National Park was created.

1968 – Douglas Engelbart gave "The Mother of All Demos"

1979 – The eradication of the smallpox virus is certified. This is the only known extinction that TPTB gave a shit bout

1996 – Gwen Jacob was acquitted of committing an indecent act, effectively legalizing female toplessness in Ontario, Canada..

2017 – Australia legalized same-sex marriage.

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Born this day in:

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1608 – John Milton, poet

1617 – Richard Lovelace, ditto

1748 – Claude Louis Berthollet, chemist

1779 – Tabitha Babbitt, tool maker and inventor

1813 – Thomas Andrews, chemist

1842 – Peter Kropotkin, zoologist, economist, geographer, and philosopher

1861 – Hélène Smith, medium, psychic and occultist. Hooray for the Oxford comma

1868 – Fritz Haber, chemist

1883 – Nikolai Luzin, mathematician

 

1900 – Albert Weisbord, activist

1905 – Dalton Trumbo, author, screenwriter, and blacklistee

1906 – Grace Hopper, computer scientist, invented COBOL, for better or worse

1906 – Freddy Martin, bandleader and saxophonist

1932 – Donald Byrd, trumpet player

1932 – Billy Edd Wheeler, singer, songwriter, guitarist, and playwright

1934 – Junior Wells, singer, songwriter, and harmonica player.

1940 – Clancy Eccles, singer, songwriter, and producer

1941 – Dan Hicks, singer, songwriter, and guitarist

1943 – Kenny Vance, singer, songwriter, and producer

1944 – Neil Innes, singer and songwriter

1946 – Dennis Dunaway, bass player and songwriter

1957 – Donny Osmond, singer, songwriter, dancer, actor, Osmond

1958 – Nick Seymour, bass player, songwriter, and producer

1968 – Brian Bell, singer, songwriter and guitarist

1969 – Jakob Dylan, ditto

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Died this day in:

1996 – Patty Donahue, singer and songwriter

2002 – Mary Hansen, singer and guitarist

2006 – Georgia Gibbs, singer

2010 – James Moody, saxophonist, flautist, and composer

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Holidays, Holy Days, Festivals, Feast Days, Days of Recognition, and such:

Anna's day

International Anti-Corruption Day (United Nations)
snerk, anti-corruption day, heh, hee,hee,hee. Oh, I needed a good laugh.

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Music goes here, iirc, well, With apologies Wink

John Milton

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Richard Lovelace

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Freddy Martin

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Donald Byrd

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Billy Edd Wheeler

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Junior Wells

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Clancy Eccles

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Dan Hicks

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Kenny Vance

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Neil Innes

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Neil Innes, The Rutles, George Harrison, Eric Idle, et al.

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Dennis Dunaway

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And now, Donny Osmond

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Nick Seymour

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Brian Bell

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Jakob Dylan

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Patty Donahue

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Mary Hansen

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Georgia Gibbs

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James Moody

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magiamma's picture

et al

New Zealand volcano: 'no survivors' on White Island, police believe

https://www.theguardian.com/world/live/2019/dec/09/new-zealand-volcano-t...

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Stop Climate Change Silence - Start the Conversation

Hot Air Website, Twitter, Facebook

Lookout's picture

Just a quick hello. Trying to spread manure before the rain arrives. Y'all have a good one!

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“Until justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.”

smiley7's picture

morning everyone, light rain greets the morning, Monday, Monday 'earworms' in the head, off to the Y, work out, and see Mom.

The volcano disaster apparently could have been avoided, but we've a problem taking good scientist's advice, don't we?

My Vincent room looks like a trash heap in Mumbai, perhaps the afternoon can be used to clean up, a little, saving tomorrow for laundry day.

Best news is i miss the grating accents of congresscritters screaming into microphones such stupidity as to make gentle dogs growl.

Have a good one out there.

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mhagle's picture

In the early days when mom would buy it, the lutefisk was stiff as a board. She had to soak the lye out of it.

Lutefisk . . . Yum!!!

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Marilyn

"Make dirt, not war." eyo

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of The Snayl by Richard Lovelace

Thou sleep’st within thy marble cell,
Where in dark contemplation plac’d,
The sweets of nature thou dost taste;
Who now with time thy days resolve,
And in a jelly thee dissolve,
Like a shot star, which doth repair
Upward, and rarify the air.

It appears that Lovelace observed some little critters carefully and there is an element of respect and awe in this poem. On second thought, here is the whole poem for all the nature-lovers here:

Wise emblem of our politic world,
Sage snail, within thine own self curl’d;
Instruct me softly to make haste,
Whilst these my feet go slowly fast.

Compendious snail! thou seem’st to me,
Large Euclid’s strict epitome;
And in each diagram dost fling
Thee from the point unto the ring;
A figure now triangular,
An oval now, and now a square;
And then a serpentine dost crawl,
Now a straight line, now crook’d, now all.

Preventing rival of the day,
Th’art up and openest thy ray,
And ere the morn cradles the moon
Th’art broke into a beauteous noon.
Then when the sun sups in the deep,
Thy silver horns ere Cynthia’s peep;
And thou from thine own liquid bed
New Phoebus heav’st thy pleasant head.

Who shall a name for thee create,
Deep riddle of mysterious state?
Bold Nature that gives common birth
To all products of seas and earth,
Of thee, as earthquakes, is afraid,
Nor will thy dire deliv’ry aid.

Thou thine own daughter then, and sire,
That son and mother art entire,
That big still with thy self dost go,
And liv’st an aged embryo;
That like the cubs of India,
Thou from thyself a while dost play;
But frighted with a dog or gun,
In thine own belly thou dost run,
And as thy house was thine own womb,
So thine own womb concludes thy tomb.

But now I must (analyz’d king)
Thy economic virtues sing;
Thou great stay’d husband still within,
Thou, thee, that’s thine dost discipline;
And when thou art to progress bent,
Thou mov’st thy self and tenement,
As warlike Scythians travell’d, you
Remove your men and city too;
Then after a sad dearth and rain,
Thou scatterest thy silver train;
And when the trees grow nak’d and old,
Thou clothest them with cloth of gold,
Which from thy bowels thou dost spin,
And draw from the rich mines within.

Now hast thou chang’d thee saint; and made
Thy self a fane that’s cupola’d;
And in thy wreathed cloister thou
Walkest thine own grey friar too;
Strict, and lock’d up, th’art hood all o’er,
And ne’er eliminat’st thy door.
On salads thou dost feed severe,
And ’stead of beads thou dropp’st a tear;
And when to rest, each calls the bell,
Thou sleep’st within thy marble cell,
Where in dark contemplation plac’d,
The sweets of nature thou dost taste;
Who now with time thy days resolve,
And in a jelly thee dissolve,
Like a shot star, which doth repair
Upward, and rarify the air.

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CB's picture

@randtntx
- baked in a big dollop of garlic butter with a sprinkling of parsley on top.

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@CB snails in garlic butter, some fabulous bread, and a nice bottle of champagne. Perfection.

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Azazello's picture

How can you not love this woman ?

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It didn't have to be this way.

@Azazello
Thanks for posting it! Go Tulsi! Pleasantry

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"When will our conscience's grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?" Eleanor Roosevelt

"The secret of change is to focus all your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new." Socrates (469-399 BC)

lotlizard's picture

http://www.viruscomix.com/page571.html

Larger version with fancier interactive zoom and navigation.
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snoopydawg's picture

Shocking I know. Another Utah soldier died in Afghanistan last month. Why? We know that they are not fighting them over there so we don't have to fight them here. Nor are they fighting for our freedoms. How anyone can believe that is ..... well it just is. The patriot act and the 2012 NDAA stripped us of them as have the Spying industrial complex. States are selling their DMV info. Google has millions of people's medical records, the list goes on for how we are not a free people. Just a hint of rebellion and the PTB will release the police state.
SO why are we there? Money. Back in 2005 an oil ex testified to congress about how when the conditions are safe enough he will be able to get his extraction business up and running. Safe from whom? Probably the people who live there and don't want their resources taken.

The anti war movement died under Obama. Gee... what a surprise. The guy who we thought we were electing to stop the wars expanded every one of them and then some. Anyone think that the MSM is going to cover this? Yeah me neither.

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“Restoring the soul of this nation” is just MAGA with more words

Twitter is like a game of telephone

CB's picture

for those so inclined:

  1. Get the lutefisk
  2. Lay it on a pine board
  3. Flatten with a meat cleaver
  4. Salt and pepper it and pour on butter
  5. Bake on board in oven for 30 minutes
  6. Remove from oven and allow to cool
  7. Throw out the lutefisk and eat the board

When eating lutefisk it's traditional to sing this song:

Lutefisk, O Lutefisk (to the tune of O Tannenbaum)

Lutefisk, O Lutefisk, how fragrant your aroma,
Lutefisk, O Lutefisk, you put me in a coma.
You smell so strong, you look like glue,
You taste just like an overshoe,
But lutefisk, come Saturday,
I tink I eat you anyvay

Lutefisk, O lutefisk, I put you in the doorvay.
I wanted you to ripen up just like they do in Norvay.
A dog came by and sprinkled you.
I hit him with my overshoe.
O lutefisk, now I suppose
I'll eat you while I hold my nose.

Lutefisk, O lutefisk, how well I do remember.
On Christmas Eve how we'd receive our big treat of December.
It wasn't turkey or fried ham.
It wasn't even pickled Spam.
My mother knew there was no risk
In serving buttered lutefisk.

Lutefisk, O lutefisk, now everyone discovers
That lutefisk and lefse make Norvegians better lovers.
Now all the world can have a ball.
You're better than that Geritol.
O lutefisk, with brennevin [Norwegian brandy]
You make me feel like Errol Flynn.

Lutefisk, O lutefisk, you have a special flavor.
Lutefisk, O lutefisk, all good Norvegians savor.
That slimy slab we know so well
Identified by ghastly smell.
Lutefisk, O lutefisk,
Our loyalty won't waver.

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@CB
the board, it comes with it's own toothpicks.
Sell a bit fishy tho.

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So sorry, but lutefisk does not sound appetizing, then again, I wasn't exposed to it ever.

Have a happy week, everyone! Pleasantry

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"When will our conscience's grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?" Eleanor Roosevelt

"The secret of change is to focus all your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new." Socrates (469-399 BC)

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@Raggedy Ann  
still no “smell-o-rama” / tele-olfaction. For which I suppose we can be thankful. No lutefisk commercials.

Imagine your living room smelling like whatever funky aroma some random ad agency or anonymous Amazon tech team decided to flood it with? Let alone political manipulators invading one’s private space with specially crafted emotion-triggering pheremones tailored to one’s personal Google and Facebook profile.

Instead of your cat curling up on top of the computer keyboard, you’d have to pry your dog away from the nasal sense stimulator / the scent streaming output port.

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dystopian's picture

Bunch of great tunes... Dennis Dunaway was a monster of a bass player. Neil Innes was hilariously creative. Dan Hicks was awesome too.

thanks!

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We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them.
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.
both - Albert Einstein