New Poll: Rucksack Paranoia

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This ad appeared in the London Metro free commuter newspaper on July 22nd. Uploader megpickard noted that it was “unbelievably crass.”

Not only that, but it’s not big enough to hold all the “High rise ‘workers’ special’ smoke hoods” left over from 9/11. Plus, it’s way too small to hold a roll of duct tape, which not only seals windows and doors against smoke, gas, radioactive dust and biotoxins, but doubles as a handy restraint system for “violent extremists” whose plastic food containers full of explosives fail to explode. Darn those former terrorists and their faulty DIY bombs!

Meanwhile, the New York Times and other papers advise it’s only a matter of time before suicide bombers strike in the U.S. again (something I’ve been saying ever since London 7/7).

In light of all this, there’s a new poll up in the right-hand column. Everyone, please advise how you would probably respond in case of an “extremist action” (formerly known as a “terrorist attack”).

Image title: "We are not afraid….but we have no problem with making money out of those who are"

Originally uploaded by megpickard.

Notting Hill Gate

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This photo has been making the rounds via email and weblog and Flickr; Annie Mole and others are pretty sure it’s Photoshopped, but agree that if so it’s a great job. Of course, it might have been the work of a humorously disgruntled commuter on their way to a meeting, armed with a blue whiteboard marker. There are a couple of versions of it on Flickr, and one may be removed, so I hope I’ve linked to the one that survives.

I suppose there will now be a run on commuter notices with amusing notices, since the fad for Photoshopped LU rosettes (“Not Afraid” and so on) seems to have peaked.

The text reads:

NOTICE TO ALL PASSENGERS

Please do not run on the platforms or concourses.
Especially if you are carrying
a rucksack, wearing a big coat or look a bit foreign.
This notice is for your own safety.
Thankyou.

Real or not, it’s brilliant. Meanwhile, Coup de Vent has a fine meditation on the latest malady affecting British rail, Tube, and bus commuters: Post Traumatic Rucksack Disorder. There’s a lovely image that’s just begging to be Flickr’d.

Image title: Notting Hill Gate

Originally uploaded by agnte.

How To Die In China

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BoingBoing noted that this map shows 14 convenient ways to commit suicide in Shanghai. Some are practical, some are a little far-fetched but will do in a pinch if you are suddenly crushed under the weight of the futility of your continued existence. I guess it would be a different map for Beijing, which would include “beg North Korean negotiator for a quick demo of his country’s nuclear program” and “go up against 12-year-old table-tennis champion; sudden-death tiebreaker involves bouncing exploding ping-pong balls off your forehead.”

  • Huichunji pharmacy sells sleeping pills.
  • Suzhou Creek is uncovered.
  • The #57 bus goes directly to the zoo. You can jump into a tiger’s mouth and die.
  • The Kerry Center is 32 stories tall. Jumping off is 100% successful.
  • A manhole cover has been stolen — jump into the sewer and drown.
  • Cars under the Yan’an Road viaduct drive very fast. Accidents happen often.
  • Changshu Road subway station — lie on the tracks.
  • Fuxing Park — hanging yourself is simple among the tall, close trees.
  • Barber stand at 1324 alley — steal a razor and cut your throat.
  • High-voltage power lines — with 20,000 volts, electrocution is convenient.
  • Wang’s Tofu Stand — crush yourself with a piece of tofu.
  • Dafa Gardens construction site — there’s always something falling.
  • Filling station — death by self-immolation.
  • Free and Easy Sauna — death by suffocation.

Return To Space

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Somewhere out there, Scotty is smiling, because clearly Discovery’s engines can take it very well.

I’m very happy about this morning’s successful launch – I missed seeing it live, but watched a replay via BBC News.

Now if we can get on with things and do the science, and make this return to space count for something, that would be a very good thing.

I know a lot of people wonder why we spend a lot of money on space; I sometimes wonder why we don’t spend more. You can’t always put a dollar value on scientific exploration, and the technological advances that are driven by the space program may serve us in unexpected ways in the future.

Image title: Return To Space

Originally uploaded by GinnyRED57.

Bikini Weather Girl On Suicide Watch

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How totally bizarre – what must Weather Pixie be thinking? Thunder, lightning, a bikini, and an umbrella with a metal frame – there’s a recipe for camera-ready disaster.

At least the little kitty isn’t there, too. At least he has enough sense to come in out of the rain. And yes, I know it’s not a bikini, but who cares about “One-Piece Weather Girl” or “Maillot Weather Girl?”

It seems to be raining now (hard to tell where I sit) and so yay for all the plants and lawns and flowers, I say. Not so yay for anyone that has to work outside in this murky, muggy muck.

The thunder started today at 730am or so – really early in the day for such doings, but it was still in the 80-degree range. Ah, the joys of warm, muggy nights! At least we have air conditioning, although we don’t really get that much “coolness” upstairs.

Actually, there’s not that much coolness around the house in general, come to think of it.

The Mustard Seed

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Just a note to myself: the sermon at Holy Moly yesterday was on the parable of the mustard seed. I was reminded that my mom has an old silver necklace with a mustard seed in it… it looks a lot like this one. Hers is nicer and probably authentically Victorian, though. I’ll be working on a blog post for Holy Moly on this theme and wanted to grab the image.

I’m gathering links volunteer situations for people from Holy Moly to consider working with. We’re going to be coming up with some kind of master plan and I’m supposed to email everyone concerned, too. So one of the things I have to do is set up a couple of mailing lists. Then, we have to figure out some kind of “mission” that we can all get behind – both local and global.

There’s a website called Volunteer Match that works like a searchable database for volunteer opportunities… weirdly, it’s supported by the William Randolph Hearst foundation, but what the hey. I found some interesting opportunities right here in the area… cuddling cats and socializing feral kittens, in fact. I could be so all over that.

Another local volunteer umbrella group is the Volunteer Center of Northwest Chicago/RSVP. They have a couple of good programs to join into.

The point I’ll be trying to make in my church blog post will be along the lines of “we’re tiny, but something great can still grow from a small start.” Or something like that. Also, we have to grow spiritually by helping others, or else Sundays are all about the show and nothing to do with grow.

Be on the lookout!

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Last week we were horrified to discover that the church’s pipe organ had been vandalized – specifically, the ‘wind chest’ where all the small tin pipes reside.

This week, we discovered the perpetrator! Yes, the photo tells it all. No, it’s not the contractor whose name appears on the fragment of yellow yardstick. The case is closed, because the perp turns out to be a nefariously furry squirrel.

How do we know this? Because earlier this week, someone that went in to pick up a few things, and while in they:

  1. Found this mess of crap and twigs in the same spot on top of the wind chest
  2. Saw the squirrel leap up off the wind chest and whisk out the open window above it.
  3. Not only that, but it’s still lurking about.

We had had a good laugh this morning during practice because All Was Revealed, including actual bite marks on a couple more pipes. The nest material had been kept aside in a box for the organist to see, and we had to find a couple more damaged pipes and pull them. There were still a couple more bum notes in there, but we got through the service with only a couple of puzzled looks from the congregation. Hoffman Estates PD has been advised that the case has been solved. The windows closest to the wind chest were closed, and that, we thought was that.

It’s a brutally hot day today – it’s 100 degrees, with enough humidity to increase the heat index number to 105. So all of the other windows were opened all around the church (it’s basically a big open square room, with upper windows all around and just an office and other working space in the one corner. The sanctuary has three corners. With all the fans going and the windows open, it was still an oven, so Fr. Ted had put out bottles of water, and Scott showed up with a bag of ice “for the cold drinks ministry.” So that worked out in a happy enough way. Ted also eschewed (great word) vestments and conducted the entire mass in shorts, black short-sleeved shirt and clerical collar, and sandals. He added a preaching stole, which was the only concession to liturgical formalwear in the service.

We got through it, with the oddities in the organ accompaniment and all, and then during the last hymn I looked up and saw… the squirrel. It was casually scampering along the top of the bricks, and it appeared to be, yes, inside the sanctuary and not outside the windows. It disappeared behind a drapery behind a side altar. “Oh, good,” I thought, “The Great Squirrel Hunt begins immediately after mass. Go forth in peace, and get that bushy-tailed rascal out of the organ works before we lock up.”

A couple of us investigated. No squirrel to be found, just some candelabra and oddments of flower pots that are used every year to construct a temporary Easter Vigil shrine. We went all around, looking for the ecclesiastical rodent. The treasurer realized that she should file an insurance claim, since we’d discovered the cause of the damage. We think the furry perp made a break for it and took off out the far end. The windows were all closed, and the builder of our organ arrives Tuesday to fix things up (poor man, it’ll be so hot in there again). We have no idea why a squirrel would think a big open wooden box full of spiky metal whistley things was a good place to have babies. Maybe she wanted to ensure they were exposed to music in their formative weeks? She’d have got more than she bargained for if she’d managed to pup or whelp or whatever it squirrels do to produce young before the next service… one run of high notes at full volume and we’d have musical flying squirrels, in synchronized syncopation depending on the piece played. Could we sell tickets to that? It could be a draw – every week, the musical squirrel Family Von Crapp performs! We could make tiny wee lederhosen, with cutouts in the back for tails. Or, okay, maybe I watched too many cartoons as a child and I’m a deeply warped individual. Fine.

It suddenly occured to me – even with all our money woes and worries, we’re not poor as church mice.

We can afford organ squirrels. 8)

Something squirrelly this way comes…
Originally uploaded by GinnyRED57.

Synergy Brass Quintet

Things are starting to ramp up for getting the word out for the concert next month (August 28, Holy Moly, 4 pm). The first flyers went up today, and I sold the first ticket. More to do today and tomorrow.

This one went up at Caribou Coffee, I’ll return there later with small flyers in a little hanging pocket. I dropped one off at Panera Bread, too.

Synergy Brass Quintet

Originally uploaded by GinnyRED57.

Snorkelbou!

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I was dropping off flyers and picking up some iced chai at Caribou Coffee before choir practice this morning when I encountered this antlered water-sports enthusiast.

I wants one. I wants one real bad. I have no idea why, I just want a Snorkelbou.

The accessories are piable plastic or vinyl. The life preserver around his waist is lightly inflated. His fur is soft and in spite of all the accoutrements, he’s way cuddly. It is teh way stupid cute thing ever.

Snorkelbou!

Originally uploaded by GinnyRED57.