A Shakespeare jukebox.................

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,

Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

(Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;

       For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings

       That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

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I'll believe it when I see it.................

 

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Getting a head start on 2020.......

...............I started thumbing through the newest Almanac (for farmers & city folk).  Among the tidbits of interesting things, this was found:

     Lemmings are not suicidal!  Filmmakers in Disney's 1958 nature film, "White Wilderness" pushed dozens of lemmings off a cliff while cameras rolled, for dramatic effect—thereby staging a lemming death plunge.  This deliberate fraud started the myth.

Finding it difficult to fathom that Disney would ever release a film that wasn't the gospel truth, the Oracle Google was consulted.  Google clearly backs up the Farmer's Almanac on outing this fraudulent film.  Amazing.  How come I never knew this?

And Scott continues.............................

       Compare Trump's skit with Hillary Clinton's appearance on Saturday Night Live. She approved a skit in which she played a bartender named Val who was serving a drunken Hillary Clinton who was played by one of the SNL cast. The visual we got from that was that Clinton loved alcohol - maybe too much. That is just about the worse image you could present for a presidential candidate. And it is doubly bad because of the power of contrast. Trump was a rare nondrinking candidate for president. He was competing for a job that required sobriety at all hours of the day. And thanks to SNL, he was competing against the image of a drunk. 
       After seeing how both candidates handled their SNL choices, my opinion of Trump's chances was set in concrete. Barring any surprises (and there were plenty to come), this was not going to be a fair fight. To me it looked like a massacre in the making. 
       In political terms, and looking back at the SNL skit, if you are helping people think of you as president of the United States while your competitor is self-branding as a barfly, you are right where you want to be. 

 -Scott Adams, Win Bigly: Persuasion In A World Where Facts Don't Matter


 

Have I told you lately.........................

........................how much I love my BP credit card.   For every hundred dollars charged on the card a reduction in gas prices is offered.   It has become my go-to credit card.   Gas hasn't been this cheap since I was in college.   Think I'll take My Sweetie out for dinner.

The problem with making lists......................

.......like the Ten Most Overrated Destinations in the Midwest, is that if you get #1 wrong, it casts doubt on your whole list.  Some people believe, like me for instance, that there is a little glimpse of perfection in a carefully tended baseball diamond just before the game starts.  Wrigley Field, for all its age, is a whole lot of perfection.  It is, if you don't mind me saying so, proof that God exists.  The author of this list further documents his lack of understanding when he complains about the parking near Wrigley.  My goodness, any traveler worth their salt knows the ONLY way to get to Wrigley is to take the Red Line El to Addison.  In case you haven't figured it out, I believe a pilgrimage to Wrigley should be on every baseball fan's bucket list.  For the full experience, sit in the left field bleachers.  Just saying.