My Cub reporter in the field David "Brilliance" Staskowski...and I both saw this on Saturday Night Live last night and wanted to share it with you...Watch the WHOLE THANG...
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
my friends to the North that are alums of The University of Michigan like me have begun my Birthday Celebration...Thank you Brian and David!!! Eat your heart out M.J.!!!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
So long Alice Ghostly, one of early television's great spinsters. Ghostly, along with other iconic single women of tv, Ann B. Davis, Nancy Kulp, and Sheila Kuehl, modeled the image of a single women for the Baby Boomers. It may not always have been pretty (Schultzy, Miss Hathaway) but it was THERE.
Alice was born on Aug. 14, 1926, in Eve, Mo., where her father worked as a telegraph operator. She grew up in Henryetta, Oklahoma. After graduating from high school, Ghostley attended the University of Oklahoma but dropped out and moved to New York with her sister to pursue a career in the theater.
"The best job I had then was as a theater usher," she said in a 1990 Boston Globe interview. "I saw the plays for free. What I saw before me was a visualization of what I wanted to do and what I wanted to be."
She was well aware of the types of roles she should pursue. "I knew I didn't look like an ingenue," she told The Globe. "My nose was too long. I had crooked teeth. I wasn't blond. I knew I looked like a character actress.
"But I also knew I'd find a way," she added. And she did. And we remember her.
Thanks to cub reporter David Staskowski for contributing to this post.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
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Saturday, September 15, 2007
She further reports that Boom Ball Squaw has purchased a a ticket and will be hitting the tarmac on the 19th to refuel at base camp.
Survey says there will be a caravan tour of the coast in early November. Everybody, put your breakables away!
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
The New York Times
Alex the Parrot
By VERLYN KLINKENBORG
Thinking about animals — and especially thinking about whether animals can think — is like looking at the world through a two-way mirror. There, for example, on the other side of the mirror, is Alex, the famous African Grey parrot who died unexpectedly last week at the age of 31. But looking at Alex, who mastered a surprising vocabulary of words and concepts, the question is always how much of our own reflection we see.
What you make of Dr. Irene Pepperberg’s work with Alex depends on whether you think Alex’s cognitive presence was real or merely imitative. A truly dispassionate observer might argue that most Grey parrots could probably learn what Alex had learned, but only a microscopic minority of humans could have learned what Alex had to teach. Most humans are not truly dispassionate observers. We’re too invested in the idea of our superiority to understand what an inferior quality it really is. I always wonder how the experiments would go if they were reversed — if, instead of us trying to teach Alex how to use the English language, Alex were to try teaching us to understand the world as it appears to parrots.
These are bottomless questions, of course. For us, language is everything because we know ourselves in it. Alex’s final words were: “I love you.”
There is no doubt that Alex had a keen awareness of the situations in which that sentence is appropriate — that is, at the end of a message at the end of the day. But to say whether Alex loved the human who taught him, we’d have to know if he had a separate conceptual grasp of what love is, which is different from understanding the context in which the word occurs. By any performative standard — knowing how to use the word properly — Alex loved Dr. Pepperberg. Beyond that, only our intuitions, our sense of who that bird might really be, are useful. And in some ways this is also a judgment we make about loving each other.
To wonder what Alex recognized when he recognized words is also to wonder what humans recognize when we recognize words. It was indeed surprising to realize how quickly Alex could take in words and concepts. Scientifically speaking, the value of this research lies in its specific details about patterns of learning and cognition. Ethically speaking, the value lies in our surprise, our renewed awareness of how little we allow ourselves to expect from the animals around us. VERLYN KLINKENBORG
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Sunday, September 9, 2007
During their hard fought campaign for Governor, Richards and Bush squared off in a memorable debate. At issue was Bush's support for making it legal to carry concealed weapons in Texas (the man appears to be big on killing, but maybe I don't understand something). Richards opposed the bill. Bush attempted to turn Ann's base, women, against her in one exchange, saying, "Ann, don't you want a woman to be able to defend herself and feel safer because she has a gun in her purse."
Richards just laughed him off, saying, "Oh, George, you know as well as I do there isn't a woman in Texas who could FIND a gun in her purse." I fell in love all over again when she said that.
I met up with Ann long before that. She was in Seattle speaking at a Democratic Fund Raiser and, passing The Pinto Pony, had asked her chauffeur stop saying her son loved my shop and that she had to get him a teeshirt. At any rate...later that night I was at that very same fund raiser...I was in the back somewhere when she caught my eye. She yelled, "Ruby Montana, you get up here with me...I hear you own this town. I want to be seen with you!" It was one of life's sweetest moments.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Do those Clogs fit? This woman is definitely a
fashion trend setter...love those socks.
Friday, September 7, 2007
wouldn't be blurry. When he first
came to The Sands after Mom died he told me he wouldn't be bringing his camera...in his words "It would feel too much like a party this soon after losing Joyce." I insisted that he bring his camera...He hardly put it down once he got here...The man just loved living. What an inspiration.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Not only are you a wonderful friend...this world
would be three shades of Blue without you in it.
The photograph demonstrates Your effort to bring
a smile no matter what the situation. You are the best Wilson. xoxoRuby