Did a quick scroll-through at TOP. Surprised by the low number of comments on quite a few topics. Or is that how it's always been?
I don't know but it can't happen to a nicer person. The 300 comment shit fest on gay marriage seems to have moved to Turley's joint.
Thank God it is not my problem anymore.
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Heartburn is more like it. The kind that results from the repeated swallowing of saliva that less polite persons who weren't committed to a policy of ignoring, walking away would use to spit in other's face.
Regardless of what one feels about Althouse as a person, writer or blogger, more than a quick scroll-through the last week at TOP reveals numbers that suggest she's slowly been rebuilding her blog rather than entering into a marked decline. While they may not match what she had prior to the July meltdown, she's managed to maintain a viable blog, one to which Insty continues to link.
April 11, 568 comments
April 12, 199
April 13, 508
April 14, 369
April 15, 433
April 16, 530
April 17, 403
Today 163+
While I don't appreciate some of her attitudes and opinions, or her husband's behavior at Lem's, I don't consider these to be low numbers for someone who blew up her blog, brought in moderation and somehow managed to curtail or discourage the number drivers like Ritmo, Inga, and Crack who were dominating and filling the threads.
There are still several commenters at TOP whose opinions I appreciate reading and I do not regard them as fools, turncoats or villains for choosing to comment there, even though I've no desire to do the same.
MamaM, Your wisdom always is impressive. The San Diego newspaper did a 2 section mega special on the brain. The articles were in conjunction w/ Scripps Research. The articles were fascinating. The one about wisdom made me think of people I know who are wise. You are on that list.
Who comments here, who doesn't comment, I'll never comment there again, yada yada yada. I hate drama. To each their own.
Here it is, ND! Not only do I appreciate your good words and encouragement, I'm especially grateful for your reference to this affirming and encouraging article! It's a good one, something I wouldn't have found without this connection and I love the answer to the first question. Will put it here, while I read the rest of the article, linked below.
Our ability to quickly remember things declines in our latter years. But decades of life gives us something of extraordinary value – wisdom.
QUESTION: Is there one simple, clear definition of wisdom?
ANSWER: To me, wisdom is a balanced combination of intelligence, kindness, knowledge of oneself, control over emotions, tolerance of different perspectives, and decisiveness. The key element is balance – balance between meeting one’s own needs and helping others, balance between being open to different options and acting decisively, balance between having flexible versus rigid values, balance between expressing versus inhibiting a display of one’s emotions. Wisdom is useful to the wise individuals themselves but also helpful to the rest of the society.
http://www.utsandiego.com/news/2015/apr/02/brain-wisdom-explained/
Uncle Joe's Farm.
Joe was my father's eldest sibling. He was born in Europe and came to the US with my grandparents.
Joe grew up, married Florence, and they bought an 80 acre farm before WW2. Uncle Joe and Aunt Florence milked a small herd of cows, had some pasture land, a huge garden for vegetables that would be preserved, and about 50 acres of feed corn for the cows.
It was little more than subsistence farming. Uncle Joe had an old tractor he used for tilling, plowing, planting, harvesting and hauling manure from the barn to the field where it was spread. Otherwise, all work was done by hand. Gasoline was expensive, as were tractor parts.
Joe and his sons would walk the rows of corn cutting and pulling weeds. At the height of the growing season, July and August, the work would be too much for them, and he'd call his brothers for help. There were five brothers, and they'd pack up their wives, kids, and lunches, and we'd all go to Uncle Joe's farm on a Saturday morning, before the dew had dried.
Corn, again.
Everybody had his or her own corn row to hoe. We'd walk the row from end-to-end, cutting a pulling weeds. At the end of a row, we'd move to a different row and work our way back don the field. It was hot, hard work. As you can imagine, the kids would get into petty arguments, name calling, and so forth. We were all kids, most still in grade school, and competitive has can be.
Sometimes, one of us would yell oout "Uncle Joe! Butchie isn't pulling all the mustard weeds!" Or "Joe, Janice threw burdock into my row!" This would go on for a while, than Uncle Joe would have enough and yell back "Hoe your own row! I said hoe your own row, dammit!" Aunt Flo would tell Joe not to swear at the children and we'd all snicker, then get back to our rows.
When my cousins and I became teen-agers, college students, and young adults, "Hoe your own row!" became something we'd say laughingly at dinner, at wedding receptions, or when we'd get together for holidays. It was a familiar and funny way of saying "mind your own business".
I've been pointing out the mustard weed and burdock in other people's rows too much these past few months, and I regret that.
I'm going back to hoeing my own row.
Good story. Worth posting at Lem's in my opinion, MHaz, where I believe your name to be on one of the rows.
As evidenced here, corn is cultivated over and over by blogs posting on a variety of topics, from Barney's rubble to Namby Pamby nonsense, cakes and cream puffs to line dragging. The thoughts, stories and connections that result are beyond control and imagination.
At the end of a recent 300 comment fest at "Turdleys" with a shit load of weeds and manure present, Squeeky mananged to cultivate her own brand of corn, which made me laugh:
https://squeekyfrommgr.wordpress.com/2015/04/19/hail-to-the-cheap/
It's humor, balance and integrity that save the day and shine like light in dark places.
Haz...what MomaM said. You write well...so share it widely.
Mama M is a treasure.
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