Sunday, August 30, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
So, you may not have noticed but I have been absent. Dare I say life got in the way of the blog? Well it did.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
I Dream'd I Lay Where Flowers Were Springing
By Robert Burns
I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing,
Gaily in the sunny beam;
List'ning to the wild birds singing,
By a falling, crystal stream:
Straight the sky grew black and daring;
Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave;
Trees with aged arms were warring,
O'er the swelling, drumlie wave.
Such was my life's deceitful morning,
Such the pleasures I enjoy'd;
But lang or noon, loud tempests storming,
A' my flowery bliss destroy'd.
Tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me,
(She promis'd fair, and perform'd but ill;)
Of mony a joy and hope bereav'd me,
I bear a heart shall support me still.
Notes to the poem:
"These two stanzas," says the poet, "are amang the oldest of the printed pieces, I composed when I was seventeen."
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
It's the middle of August. What happened? But as I write we are headed toward a ninety degree day, with the entire week going in that direction. Summer making its last ditch effort to make me miserable. It is all about me you know! Or rather the cast. I have been in it for a month; a month of relatively mild weather. The heat and humidity causes my arm to swell, creating a stuffed sausage effect in my cast. This is not a happy-making experience. One more week.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
We are having a beautiful rain this morning. We can use it. I love the sound and smell of a soft rain. It has been missing for a couple of years, so it's really appreciated at a whole different level of joy.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Who is a natural-born citizen? Who, in other words, is a citizen at birth, such that that person can be a President someday?
The 14th Amendment defines citizenship this way: "All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside." But even this does not get specific enough. As usual, the Constitution provides the framework for the law, but it is the law that fills in the gaps.
Currently, Title 8 of the U.S. Code fills in those gaps. Section 1401 defines the following as people who are "citizens of the United States at birth:"
- Anyone born inside the United States *
- Any Indian or Eskimo born in the United States, provided being a citizen of the U.S. does not impair the person's status as a citizen of the tribe
- Any one born outside the United States, both of whose parents are citizens of the U.S., as long as one parent has lived in the U.S.
- Any one born outside the United States, if one parent is a citizen and lived in the U.S. for at least one year and the other parent is a U.S. national
- Any one born in a U.S. possession, if one parent is a citizen and lived in the U.S. for at least one year
- Any one found in the U.S. under the age of five, whose parentage cannot be determined, as long as proof of non-citizenship is not provided by age 21
- Any one born outside the United States, if one parent is an alien and as long as the other parent is a citizen of the U.S. who lived in the U.S. for at least five years (with military and diplomatic service included in this time)
- A final, historical condition: a person born before 5/24/1934 of an alien father and a U.S. citizen mother who has lived in the U.S.
* There is an exception in the law — the person must be "subject to the jurisdiction" of the United States. This would exempt the child of a diplomat, for example, from this provision.
Anyone falling into these categories is considered natural-born, and is eligible to run for President or Vice President. These provisions allow the children of military families to be considered natural-born, for example.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
But rather by Kitchenaid. Very, very messy and very easy. I made butter in grade school as a project with a glass jar that you shake until your arm wants to fall off, which was my last attempt. Until this past Saturday when I got the idea to try it with the mixer. Can you tell I'm bored into a stupor by my broken wrist? The best part is the buttermilk, absolutely nothing like that sour stuff you get in the grocery store. It's like comparing a five star French restaurant to Lean Cuisine. I used it to make baking powder biscuits for my lovely butter. This is a recipe I got from my mother, one I have used so many times I can't count. These biscuits were nothing like the others. Not a thing. I will continue to make butter, to go through the messy process just for the buttermilk!
Sunday, August 2, 2009
So I posted the flowers anyway. Beauty among the detritus of a morality gone wrong.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
I heard something funny on the radio the other day. I don't remember who I was listening to, but it was a man. A man who was talking about his Boxers (dog) and how he has acquired his dogs through a Boxer rescue, but the last dog he bought from a breeder. He wanted the dog, but was reluctant about the price. He had picked a male, so the breeder offered an incentive to buy, a $50.00 reduction in price to neuter the dog. In his droll voice he recounted his wife's comment. "Now we know what they're actually worth." Badda Bing!