Vacation Recap: March 12-13

Sue and I fly Alitalia nonstop to Rome. They serve good food. For dinner I had chicken with vegetables, green bean salad with ham, cheese-filled pasta, fruit salad, and red wine. Sue had the vegetarian option.
I believe that the seats are more cramped than they were in 1995...or could it be that I am bigger, older, and grumpier?  In any case, I slept poorly.  It's early morning when we land.

In Rome, Sue took charge of figuring out public transportation, which propelled her quickly into speaking Itallian.  She got us to the metro stop Pyramide, from which we dragged our bags to our convent.   We arrived at our room at the Villa Rosa Convent, run by Domincan nuns, about 11:30 local time.  Sister Christina, who presides over this convent hotel, is originally from Ireland.  First site: the Protestant Cemetery.

Of course we visited Keats's grave and got to see several kitties among the monuments.  It was drizzley and dreary but warmer than Boston.

Then we walked a very long way to try out a pizza place touted in a recent New York Times article.  Unfortunately, the place was not serving any of the unusual flavors (like salt cod) mentioned in the article.  We each had a slice.  It was good, but not otherwise noteworthy.
Rain fell heavily.  We veered into the Museo Nationale Roma, which had a grumpy staff but great stuff.  At one point Sue almost collapsed into a mosaic she was looking at.  She realized that she was tired.

After the Museo, we wandered around looking for a cafe where we could sit down (the Museo had no cafe), but all the seats were taken in the places we passed.  Finally we returned to the Termini (train station), where we found one seat at a coffee bar.  Sue insisted that I sit, which I did.  She had coffee; I fizzy water.  If you order coffee in Italy, you get espresso, so I had to be careful not to get too buzzed.
At 7:30 we had dinner at Bucatino Taverna Testaccio.   At all restaurants, including this one, we ordered the house red wine; it was always good.  We had a salad made of stalks of things (Sue thought it might include fennel) topped with anchovy sauce.  I liked it.  We also had an artichoke cooked in olive oil, spaghetti with clam sauce, chocolate cake with a molten center, and "delizia pistachio," which was like a very dense ice cream.  Sue again practiced her Italian with the waiter.  Bucatino was one of the lower-priced places.  The deocor was shabby; a picture hanging on a wall near me seemed to have water damage.   But I enjoyed all the food.

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We're Back

Romeo Could do This!

Apparently the British are already aware of the situation I pointed out in an earlier post.

Clever Captions Will Win Valuable Prizes!

Create comical captions for either of these photos and win big!  Deadline for entries is March 20!

 

I wonder why humans stick their other ends in here?

(The winner!)

Is He Mad?

JB put a lime on a cubicle divider and left it there for the longest time.  When asked why he did not throw it out, he said it was a experiment to prove the hypothesis that the lime wouldn't rot and that some clementines would look pretty next to it.

Sounds fishy.  Does he think limes are immortal?  Are the clementines supposed to be brides of the lime?

This and That

I've been watching all sorts of stuff made before I was born.  Destination Moon was based on a novel by Robert Heinlein, my first favorite sci-fi writer.  Heinlein's stories aimed to educate.  He was always finding ways to slip in science facts.  DM used its comic relief, an ignorant engineer who had to replace a sick crew memeber at the last moment, as an excuse to explain things.  Joe Sweeney is always wailing variations on "What's happening?" in his heavy Bronx accent, so his crewmates can explain about weightlessness, outer space, and Newton's Laws of Motion.  Also, the guy who builds the rocket is a private businessman who has to raise funds for the project, so he shows the following cartoon to his rich prospects:





Very Educational.  (Though it implies that gravity is made by giant magnets.)

The other interesting thing I've been viewing is Tales of Tomorrow, a TV show that ran from 1951-1953. The DVDs include the advertisements, which were made in the same studio.  Live TV!  A couple of times I heard coughs or loud things drop while the end credits were rolling.  Perhaps they got sloppier as the night wore on.  Some good actors were in that series.  Burgess Meredith played the lead in the best one I saw: The Great Silence.  Most of the episodes were sponsored by Kreisler.

Dear Reader, I Totally Love You!

My Natural Enemy

Here is My Cubicle.

Here is JB's cubicle.

Clearly, he is my Natural Enemy.

My In-Tray is Full

Belated Birthday Cake

Friday afternoon my office mates put together a birthday party for me, Sue, and Mikel.  This lovely million-layer cake is from Finale.

Vida entertained everybody with her hand tricks.

I point toward the cake, but I look into the future.

iMovie Trailer Feature

Modern Maturity

Today, as I turn 56, I'd like to say a few words about getting old.  Many Boomers have taken on the laudable project of making their contemporaries feel OK about getting old.  We get plenty of health advice and are told that we can have a sex life after 40 or even 50.  All this is good.

But, as in any large movement, there are unrealistic extremes.  Menopause needn't be feared, and perhaps it has been over-pathologized, but it can be troublesome for some of us.  Some women seem to believe that anything menopausal should be endured, otherwise we are ruining the celebration of our later years. At one point my hot flashes were so intense that my glasses fogged up.  That made it rather difficult to sleep; I went with medication.

In a recent interview Jane Fonda said, "I don't feel comfortable about having had plastic surgery.  But I got tired of catching my reflection and seeing that I looked so tired when that wasn't at all how I felt."*  I wish that, instead of this defensive tone, she had simply said, "I had the surgery because I wanted it.  What's that to you?"  The interviewer's questions weren't recorded, but criticism is implied.  One of my favorite health gurus, Christiane Northrup, advises women who have decided to get cosmetic surgery to keep it secret because, "You'd be amazed at the number of judgments your friends may have concerning cosmetic surgery,..Some of your friends won't think you're very spiritually evolved, for instance, if you want to remove the bags under your eyes. Frankly, how you look is none of their business."** To Fonda's credit, she has admitted, in the past, to discomfort with becoming an old broad.

When I read that interview I immediately remembered a friend from the 90s, a man, who was always bragging about how age was "just a number" to him, blah, blah, blah.   Then one day told me he was getting the eye-bag operation because his eyes made him look tired, while in reality he was energetic as all get out.  His eyes lied.   (I want to emphasize that he gave me this explanation unsolicited.  If I looked disgusted, it was because I knew he wanted to date women 20 years his junior.  Age was more than "just a number" in that respect.)  So Fonda's "excuse" was not new.  Then he hinted that he needed somebody to look after him for a few days after going under the knife, but I didn't oblige.  His lecturing had got my goat, so I let that old goat arrange for his own care.

One of the undisputed advantages of aging is that, if you've been paying attention, you may be a lot smarter and than you were as a young pup.  If you've also learned from experience, you might even become a more complicated, interesting person.  So why do some people praise "young attitudes" in older people?  Young attitudes are only appropriate for young people; in old people they are pathetic!

In conclusion, I'd like to encourage everybody to think positively about aging.  But realize that when you've been young in an age of youth-worship, going over the hill can be traumatic.  If some age-related rot is bothering you, don't be ashamed to change it, if you can.  And don't annoy me with fake justifications!

*More, December 2010/January 2011, page 24.
**Christiane Northrup, The Wisdom of Menopause, page 384

Composing and Comprising

In high school, I learned that there were some French people who wanted to keep English words out of their language.  In response, I vowed to eliminate all French borrowings from my speech.  I can't remember what this involved; maybe I avoided rendez-vous or bouquet.  I hadn't heard of croissants back then.

Nowadays, I have a much less ambitious linguistic project:  using comprise correctly.  By occasionally sneaking a comprise into casual conversation--"You, know, my household comprises just me and two cats!"--I hope to put off the day when compose and comprise become synonymous.  Someday every words will mean everything.  I'm doing my small part to hold off linguistic chaos.

The Oxford Dictionary of American Usage and Style

comprise.   A. 

And compose.
Correct use of these words is simple, but increasingly rare. The parts compose the whole; the whole comprises the parts. The whole is composed of the parts; the parts are comprised in the whole. Comprise, the more troublesome word in this pair, means “to contain; to consist of”—e.g.: “Summit Hall Farm comprises several hundred acres on the exterior portion of the original settlement of the Gaither family” (Wash. Times).

B. 

Erroneous Use of is comprised of.
The phrase is comprised of is always wrong and should be replaced by some other, more accurate phrase—e.g.: “The Rhode Island Wind Ensemble is comprised of [read has] 50 professional and amateur musicians, ranging in age from 15 to 82” (Providence J.-Bull.).

C. 

Comprise for are comprised in or constitute.
If the whole comprises the parts, the reverse can't be true—e.g.: “Of the 50 stocks that comprise [read make up] the index, 40 had gains, 8 had losses and 2 were unchanged” (Fla. Today).

D. 

Comprise for are.
This is an odd error based on a misunderstanding of the meaning of comprise. E.g.: “They comprise [read are] three of the top four names in the batting order of the 30 most influential sports people in B.C. for 1997” (Vancouver Sun).

How to cite this entry:
"comprise"  The Oxford Dictionary of American Usage and Style. Bryan A. Garner. Oxford University Press, 2000. Oxford Reference Online. Oxford University Press.  Harvard University Library.  14 January 2011

A Storm to Impress Poss

Romeo's Thumbs and the Future of Felines

Romeo is a polydactyl cat.  He has one extra toe on each front paw. These cats are common on the East Coast, so are sometimes called Boston Thumb Cats.  Hemingway favored this kind of cat, so it is sometimes called a Hemingway Cat.  (Thanks to Julie & Dave for this info.)

 One of the many six-toed cats at the Ernest Hemingway House in Key West, Florida.

The extra thumbs are not necessarily a disadvantage; they can give the kitty extra dexterity.  I believe the polydactyl cat's extra dexterity (and Hemingway's favor) will allow it to eventually take over the feline kingdom.  In a thousand years, cats will have paws capable of making tools.  Then, I have no doubt, the kitties will build a sophisticated material culture.

 Ultra-civilized felines of the future. 
Artist's conception.

And the Winners are...

I received several name suggestions for my new kitties:  Sampson & Delilah, Buster & Calliope, Sid & Nancy, Jupiter & Kona, Giorgio & Trixie, Harriett & Peter.  Those who took the poll cast 4 votes for Romeo & Juliet and 1 vote for Bobo & Curlicue.

So this is what I have decided to do:  their official names will remain Romeo & Juliet, but at home I will cal them Big Guy and Kitty.

A Miracle of Nature

A Few More Cat Pictures

At Home with Romeo and Juliet

I didn't think I would adopt so soon after Snookums's death, but I saw this couple of kitties on the MSPCA website that looked perfect for me.  Romeo and Juliet had already been together 3 years.  Their owner died.  Juliet's outstanding attribute is her black nose; Romeo's is his big front paws.  When I brought them home, Romeo was shy, but Juliet was exploring in no time.

By Poss's Request

These are scenes from Monday.  Boston didn't get hit as bad as the 'burbs.  On Tuesday the streets and sidewalks were clear.  I haven't been to Harvard Square again yet.  But I'm sure it's been cleaned up.  The FlickR group New England Sky Scenes is a good source for snow photos from snowier parts of New England.

Christmas in Harvard Square