A lesson on women’s choices from the tales of King Arthur and his knights.

Posted in Books, Education, Entertainment, Life, Politics, Story time, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2017 by urbannight

Loathy LadyThere is a story about one of Arthur’s knights who is on a mission and he meets a witch who will help him if only he will marry her. He agrees. She resolves his mission and now he must keep his promise.  Other versions are where the knight becomes obligated to someone of a higher status who forces him to marry an ugly woman under this other man’s authority.

He is depressed because she is very ugly. She lets him in on a secret. He has to make a choice. She can be beautiful but he must decide when. Does he want her to be beautiful at night, when they are alone together? Then everyone with think he has an ugly wife and feel sorry for him. Or she can be beautiful during the day and everyone will think he is lucky to have such a beautiful wife but she will be ugly at night.

Feeling rather sorry for himself, he decided that it doesn’t really matter to him and tells her to choose which way will make her happier. Her response is, “Oh well, in that case, I would rather be beautiful all the time.” And so she was.

The moral is that men shouldn’t make decisions for women. When you let women makeLady Ragnell their own decisions, you may end come coming out of it better than if you tried to force her to follow your choices.

The other moral, as it is sometimes done, is based on a riddle the knight failed to answer.  What is it that women really want?  After failing to answer correctly and having to wed the ugly woman, by letting her choose, he learns the real answer.  What women really want is self-determination.  The right to make their own choices about their own lives and their own bodies.

Both variations of the moral are nearly identical.  The one that says women want and deserve self-determination focuses more on women and letting them make their own decisions.  The other saying that men shouldn’t make decisions for women focuses on men and what they shouldn’t do.  Either way, I think the story is really appropriate for today’s political climate.

The Flavor of Ham.

Posted in Cooking, History, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 9, 2017 by urbannight

HamI once saw a program on how Ham is made. The flavor of ham is added to the cut of meat. Without it, ham just tastes like a pork pot roast.

This makes me wonder if people used to have recipes for whatever they would treat ham with before cooking it. You know, back in the days before it was commercially produced on a large-scale.

Did farm wives make their own, did people in town buy it with flavor added or did they make their own? Was it basted on or marinated? Now days it is injected.  Did they actually do that back in the day?

Now comes the ultimate question. Who decided which flavor to use when large-scale production started? Who decided what the ham flavor, that we now all know now, should taste like?

Edited.

Someone did contact me to say that historically it would be soaked in a brine and smoked.  Which is how my dad makes jerky.  My dad’s jerky is thick cut so it is meaty once dried and not like a piece of leather.  My dad makes the best jerky.

Carrie Fisher

Posted in Writing on December 29, 2016 by urbannight

Reblogging. I still feel in shock that is only compounded by the fact that her mother passed the very next day.

Cinema Parrot Disco

I can’t believe I’m having to do yet another tribute post in 2016 to one of my biggest idols. We all know that this year has been extremely cruel & unfair when it comes to the amount of hugely talented artists it has taken from us. And like many people, I’m not only sad – I’m angry.

I struggle with these tribute posts, especially when it comes to those artists who mean so much to me. I always feel a bit weird doing them as, obviously, it’s not the same as losing a family member or people you know in real life. It’s a terrible, hate-filled world full of so much tragic death on a daily basis that it feels almost wrong to mourn a “celebrity”. But it’s also understandable as, to their fans, these talented celebrities help provide a form of escapism from our real-life troubles and the…

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Leia Organa: A Critical Obituary

Posted in Writing on December 28, 2016 by urbannight

Reblogging this.  Very good read.

 

Leia Organa, the politician and revolutionary who led the defeat of the Galactic Empire, died after a short illness. She was 60 years old. Hers was a life laced with controversy concerning everythi…

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Black Friday is a lazy day.

Posted in Food, Life, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 25, 2016 by urbannight

I don’t do any of that shopping on Black Friday.  I don’t like shopping in the first place and I hate crowds.  I am usually dog sitting anyway.

The dogs wanted me to get up and feed them at 2:30 am.  That was a little too early for me.  I fed them about 5:30ish.  Then I drove home to feed my cat for the day, lay down so he could have cuddle time with me.  And got a bit more sleep.  Then I picked up my nerve pain prescription and popped into one store.

Hobby Lobby is right by the drug store.  I needed smaller needles for some sock yarn I have.  I ended up talking myself out of them.  Then I wanted some yarn and was trying to decide between knitting it or crocheting it.  In the end, I talked myself out of that too.  I have too many projects going on right now.  I need to finish some of them first.

I decided to stop by the Amigos right there and have a crisp burrito.  I’ve been wanting that for a few  now.  The Papillion Amigos there on 72nd street was dead.  It was a little early for lunch yet.  There was one  table of people inside and no one in the drive through.  While I was placing my order, one vehicle drove up and started to order.  I went to pick a table and all the tables were dirty.  The floor looked a bit sad too.  It could have used a mopping.  When my food came, there was dried on lettuce crusted to the tray. The walls could use a washing and there was an odd blank space and I realized that there was supped to be something hanging there but it had fallen off but the hardware to hold it was still in the wall.  The service was good but the place looked worse the longer and closer you looked.  I was reading a book as I ate and in the 30 minutes I was there NO ONE bothered to clean any of the dirty tables.  I was leaving as people started to come in, clearly the beginning of the midday lunch rush.  And they had a dining room full of dirty tables and a floor that needed to be moped up and garbage containers that needed a serious cleaning.  I think that the management of that location has really gone downhill and I won’t want to go there ever again.

I’ve just spent the rest of the early afternoon reading and I think I’m going to take a nap.  This is probably how I spend most of my Black Friday’s.  Although lunch is usually a much fancier take out.  Anything but turkey.

Prunes, nature’s candy. Seriously.

Posted in Food, Health, Life, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 24, 2016 by urbannight

I would love to share a photo of delicious prunes but I’m on a borrowed computer and borrowed internet tonight and can’t really download and upload one.

Dried prunes are delicious.  They are super sweet.  They taste like candy.  I don’t buy them to much because I over eat them and they are bad for me.  Dried fruit generally is bad for you.  It has an entire fruit worth of sugar in a single bite.  So this is really bad if you are a diabetic.

I fail to understand why people claim to hate prunes.  Why do prunes have such a bad rap?  I’m guessing a lot of people assume they are bad because they have been told it.  (Like me and Brussels sprouts.  I thought they were bad because everyone said so.  Turns out I actually like them.)

I know that a long time ago that all food was cooked, including fruit.  (We are talking middle ages.)  But eating raw fruit and drying fruit has been a thing for as long as the United States has been a country.  Not sure when the people decided that maybe fruit didn’t need to be cooked to death.  But I do recall references to stewed prunes in novels.  Some were old novels, from the 1800’s.  Some were more recent, from the 1900’s.  I don’t think I’ve read or heard that reference in this century.  Maybe the people saying now bad they are only ate stewed prunes.  Stewed fruit just doesn’t sound very good to me in general.

Still, dried prunes are delicious.  Seriously delicious.  I think I will have to go out and buy a small box of them.

Alt-right, just another name for Neo-Nazism.

Posted in Food, Life, Work, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 24, 2016 by urbannight

One night, as we were closing up shop in the mall, (I worked in a pizza place at the time), a guy came up to ask if there was anything left he could pick up as he had missed dinner. We had the left over pizza slices we packaged up to sell as cheap take and bake pizza’s the next day.

After I got one for him and was ringing him up he started talking about how he normally wouldn’t stop at an Italian place but the only other place that hadn’t turned out their lights yet was that Mexican place (Taco Time) and that even though Italians are not really white at least it is part of Europe.  Yes, he actually told me that I didn’t realize it but Italians are really colored and not white.

I got rid of him as fast as possible and got security to go to my car with me because this guy totally creeped me out with his comments on me being blonde-haired and blue-eyed.

Just one story about what it was like living in North Idaho back in the 80’s and 90’s. Anyone trying to talk to me about the Alt-right these days is going to get an earfull. Anyone trying to normalize the Alt-right is supporting Nazism, pure and simple. I don’t care what ‘flavor’ of Nazism it is. In the end, it all comes down to basically the same thing. I dealt with it through two decades. I can recognize it when I see it.

Differences between one type of white supremacy are like the differences between Methodists and Lutherans, relatively minor and and do not mean much to the overall message. (I also grew up going to a Methodist church while attending Lutheran summer programs, so I feel I can use that as an example and know what I’m talking about.)