I saw this on John Stackhouse's blog, and find it both sad, and amusing, and open to many more applications than Christian denominationalism. Enjoy! (Click on the image to enlarge it.)
Here are the results of my trial of SurveyMonkey, which, by the way, I think is pretty cool and hope to find more uses for. I have closed the survey, as there has been plenty of time to respond for those who wish to, and I'm starting to get spam. (That's why one of the comments has been blacked out.)
I considered blacking out the name in the second comment from the bottom, but "Fasnachtschüechli" is as good an identifier. :) That's as close, I note, as anyone got to a Fasnacht/Carnival/Mardi Gras festival. I missed Zurich's by a few days. (But I did enjoy Fasnachtschüechli!)
Thanks to everyone who participated!
Today's Stone Soup:
Less on the Scrabble side, more on the Boggle side—when you have meals to fix and children to tend, long games don't work well—but this is my family! I don't know Words with Friends; can anyone enlighten me?
This survey has no purpose, other than to let me try out SurveyMonkey.
There's supposed to be an embedded survey below. [Update: there isn't.] If not, you can (supposedly) participate by clicking on this link: Take our Lenten Practices Survey now.
A few things I think I'm supposed to add:
- This survey is not intended for respondents under the age of majority in their own country (or 13 years of age in the U.S.). [I don't like age discrimination any more than the next person, but this is legal stuff. Have a parent fill it out for you. Not that I think anyone under 13 is reading my blog.]
- Please be advised that your responses to this survey may not be treated as anonymous by the survey sender. [This means that theoretically I might be able to figure out who you are from your IP address or something. If that bothers you, don't answer.]
- You can create your free online surveys with SurveyMonkey, the world's leading questionnaire tool.
Here's one reason why it's more fun to be Episcopalian/Anglican/Catholic/Orthodox or anyone else for whom Christmas lasts a full twelve days.
Bah, humbug. We live in very safe, sidewalked neighborhood of over 900 homes, and to our door tonight came one, count 'em, ONE boy who might have been in middle school, a handful of high school students, and two ADULTS begging for candy! One had a pacifier-sucking toddler in a stroller, presumably as her excuse for trick-or-treating, though in this case I have to hope she was planning to eat the candy herself. Nothing interesting in the way of costumes.
Maybe next year we'll save on candy and just keep the lights off. We have more leftover candy than our grandkids could (read, "would be allowed to") eat in a year. It's not your grandmother's Hallowe'en anymore.
On a cheerier note, in a neighborhood nearby the child-like inhabitants had a glorious time celebrating the day, which is the real reason for this post. Enjoy! (H/T a WWMB friend.)
I love this Feudal Effort strip! (Click on the image for a larger version.) It describes exactly the attitude I have when watching quasi-historical movies. Not to mention movies based on books. ("Would it have hurt them to actually read the book?")
I do cut Shakespeare some slack, however. He didn't have the same access to sources as we do, and anyway, he certainly didn't have time to spare. It just might have killed him to do basic fact-checking.
Speaking of historical interest, Duncan I was my 28th great-grandfather. :)
Perhaps it's my own OCD tendencies, but I greatly enjoyed Monk, the TV show about a brilliant detective with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Given that and a prejudice in favor of my country-in-law, how could I resist Ursus Wehrli, the Swiss artist and comedian whose concept of order stands out even in the country of precision watches and trains you can set those watches by. (H/T Jon)
Wehrli's TED lecture, Tidying Up Art, shows what I mean. If you think modern art is just a little too random, Wehrli's your man.
(Ahem. I may be stretching my bragging rights here, but my reaction on listening to his accent was that his native tongue may be Swiss German, but I'd bet it wasn't Basel-Deutsch. Turns out he lives in Zurich. The Basel accent is more melodious, I think.)
Wehrli doesn't stop with artworks: alphabet soup, fruit bowls, sunbathers, pine branches, and parking lots are only a few of the objects that capture his attention. Here's a video of the artist in action. It helps to speak German, but you'll get the point even if you don't. (More)
Flash mob Bolero is a great idea (H/T Jon) that doesn't quite work.
Ravel's repetitive work is best appreciated, I find, when one can see, rather than just hear, each different instrument as it joins the progression, so the Copenhagen Philharmonic's idea of performing it through the flash mob medium was brilliant. My only complaint is that much of the effect of the music is lost by being cut by about two thirds.
My sister-in-law, ever the teacher, saw some children catching blue crabs from our bridge. Walking over, she engaged them in conversation and taught them a bit about the crabs, in particular how to tell the males from the females. One of the children, a ten-year-old from the District of Columbia, caught on right away:
Oh! One is the Monument and the other the Capitol!
Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
(Photo credit Hackensack Riverkeeper)
H/T to Jon:
In Google maps, get directions from "Beijing, China" to "Taipei, Taiwan." Look at direction 40.
Then do the same thing from Beijing, China to Tokyo, Japan, and look at direction 32.
A quick search didn't turn up anything else as interesting.
Don't ask me how I came upon Sporcle, but beware—it's addictive! There are quick quizzes for a wide array of subjects, and I've found them useful for refreshing the ol' memory on things I should know, as well as learning new interesting facts and just plain trivia. Not to mention spelling, as it doesn't matter if you do know the capital of Iceland if you can't spell Reykjavík, which I can't—yet. But I'm learning. Here are some of my favorites:
Elements of the Periodic Table (accepts either "aluminum" or "aluminium").
Here's one for parents: can you name all the words in The Cat in the Hat?
Interesting trivia: common U.S. street names.
There's lots more, some more interesting and useful than others. I find the music category almost useless, although there are a few good ones if you dig, like Symphony Orchestra Instruments. Composers by Country was kind of fun.
Enjoy! And please post a comment here if you find good quizzes I haven't mentioned.
There's nothing like a small-town Independence Day parade, and when we're not attending weddings or births or other such out-of-town occasions, the Geneva (Florida) parade is where we like to be. That's because we're privileged to march with the Greater Geneva Grande Award Marching Band, the parade's star attraction. (Well, we think so. Some of the other participants may disagree.)
I've written about the band and the parade before; this year we actually had a whole article about us in a real newspaper, albeit one i'd never heard of until the photographer introduced himself to ask my name. No, the paper did not choose to run the photo of me, no matter how crazed I must have looked crashing the cymbals. Instead they very appropriately featured Geneva's own Richard Simonton: good man, good friend, and the one who makes the band happen (and gets us our free hot dogs). (More)
If you live and work in the United States, you probably haven't thought about taxes since the middle of April. But for us, Tax Week came later. Because Porter worked overseas for part of the year, his company insisted on doing our taxes for us. Or rather, outsourcing our taxes. This happened once before, domestically, and Porter caught several mistakes before the taxes were finally filed.
This time, we're hoping they did it right.
My heart goes out to our Swiss-American family: filing U.S. taxes with overseas income is unbelievably complex. Porter actually likes the kind of work it takes to file our taxes, but this time he took a look at the 67-page stack of papers and decided to trust the hireling accountants for the foreign part. To be clear, I'm talking about the U.S. paperwork required for reporting foreign income—nothing that had to be sent to foreign governments.
Anyway, the company was slow in getting the job done, so only recently were our taxes filed: not only for the federal government, but also for two different states. Neither one of the states was our own, by the way—blessed Florida has no income tax. States which do, however, make sure they get their cut of anything you earn while working within their borders. Which is one reason why professional basketball players need tax accountants.
Not that I expect my readers to care about our taxes much—I write because the story goes on, and gets better.
The same week in which we finally filed our taxes, we received in the mail the Dreaded Notice from the IRS: We don’t think you were honest about your 2009 taxes, and require complete documentation of all the charitable contributions you claim to have made during that year.
Did I mention that Porter is really good about accounting and tax stuff? We barely had time to be annoyed with the government before he had all the documentation laid out for me to scan and copy; it went out in the next day’s mail.
But the really fun part was that in the process of gathering the documentation, Porter discovered that he had, indeed, made a mistake in the 2009 taxes. We were actually entitled to a significantly higher deduction than we took, and expect a substantial check from the IRS once we file an amended return.