124 reports. More than 560,000 words. No authors stated. All published in 9 days (6 Aug-14 Aug). Topics: Israel, Gaza, occupation, famine, genocide, antisemitism, war crimes… Scholarly language, loads of stats, footnotes and references. Most of their titles are sensible questions like “Is Israel commiting a genocide?” or “Are antizionism and antisemitism the same?”… quite similar to the questions many people could ask AI chatbots like ChatGPT, Gemini, Claude or Perplexity…
The Hannover Institute for Public Policy, the ghostly webpage that published all that stuff, happens to be a, supposedly American, institution working for Israel. Thoroughly designed as serious and scholarly content for AI chatbots to get information from. A cheap, efficient and easy way to seed AI chatbots answers about the Zionist Entity’s peccadillos.
There are certainly comments stacked up waiting for release on this open thread and open opportunity to air one’s views and news.
I half heartedly contemplated ceasing commenting for a while because why add more noise to the conversation whatever it might be. I’m always going on about this and that and this and that and sometimes boring myself and maybe irritating those others who refrain from scrolling through when they see my handle. In a world of almost 8 billion and an infinite universe, who cares. We’re like water in a hoof print compared to the ocean.
All that aside I was reflecting on aging once again since my birthday recently passed and there are few of those left I’m sure. Old age, sickness and death. Yet at the same time one uses it or loses it.
I stopped cooking for money some years ago, but I’m still busting it out. A few days ago I
catered an Indian based lunch for 35 solo aside from the service side where there was adequate assistance.
Don’t know why I’m going on about this, except it’s Labor Day in the US of A and that’s when my long suffering mother popped me out of her womb and into the world.
So to quote Hank Williams, hey hey working man, working man like me/ain’t never been on welfare and that’s one place I won’t be/because I’ll be working as long as these hands are fit to use…
Yeah well. Screw the politics and dig the sentiment. Happy Labor Day all you suffering mothers.
Then, again, for someone who had the feeble intention to shut his yap, the compulsion arises to comment about human stupidity, ignorance and cruelty.
This season’s drought and lack of food and water has forced bears into urban environments to seek sustenance. They’re camping in park trees and will probably be shot and killed.
I’m tired of all the cruelty, the hatred, genocide and deliberate infliction of suffering. This The repetition of it all. The sheer fucking stupidity.
I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?
I saw my girlfriend in a downtown bar holding hands with another man and I walked outside the door pretending it didn’t happen and I picked up a gun put it in my pocket vowing revenge, but out in the alley a friend offered me a toke and I took it and left it all on the outbreath with a vow to let it go and never go back again, yet betrayal haunts through time and space.
Best to let it go.
It makes us crazy and wild and inclined to ugly things later regretted.
Let it go. Forgive forget and don’t take it personally.
Advice to self.
Good god. Just to clarify, I don’t have a girlfriend nor do I visit bars or own a gun or smoke pot. I was making up my version of a country western song. I’ll quietly slink away now.
I have dug up the just-for-fun purple potatoes I planted. Also the over-winter volunteer potatoes and the long-storing red potatoes. Long storing russet and also the russet potatoes with one long sprout apiece still in the ground and yet to dig up.
The hickory cane corn I planted in mid or late July after the Indian ornamental corn failed completely is now between 2 and 4 feet tall. A storm we had a few days ago blew it all down, but it has been standing itself back up over time. Corn can do that if not too tall when blown down. And 3 corn plants so far have begun tasseling.
The sedum is blooming and attracting honeybees which only come to the sedum. The goldenrod is blooming and attracting bumblebees, smaller bumbleform bees, mini-bees, microbees, several kinds of paper wasp, some other wasps, some flies.
The Plum Market hot Spanish garlic I planted and then let drown in the shade of a sea of weeds did not entirely die. It produced a whole bunch of very small to tiny bulbs and rounds. They are drying and curing and will be plantable soon. The self renewing garlic from the ornamental bed . . . the ones which made the best true-flower ornamental allium style heads . . . have been pulled up and are drying and curing and will be plantable soon.
Cultivariable https://www.cultivariable.com/
The owner of cultivariable is interested in the various edible roots and tubers of the Andes. He offers a semi-large number of different not-widely-known native Andean varieties of potatoes. (The Andes is to potatoes as Mexico is to corn.)
After many years of seeing zero nighthawks ( a common bird decades ago), I have seen four nighthawks so far this summer. I wonder if their food supply of flying insects has re-increased just enough to where a very few nighthawks are able to come here again.
Several ( almost many) decades ago, I was part of a group of birders who were birding at the “Anderson Farm” ( the University of Tennessee Plant Science Farm) which was out along the Alcoa Highway and located on the shore of Fort Loudon Lake. I hope it is still there. Dad and I did a lot of birding there, as did quite a few other birders.
Anyway, one find dusk we looked up and saw a slow-moving “night flight” of nighthawks. We guesstimated there to be about a thousand nighthawks in that flat one-bird-thick moving layer of nighthawks. I’ve only ever seen that just that one time.
Egoculexegonos
124 reports. More than 560,000 words. No authors stated. All published in 9 days (6 Aug-14 Aug). Topics: Israel, Gaza, occupation, famine, genocide, antisemitism, war crimes… Scholarly language, loads of stats, footnotes and references. Most of their titles are sensible questions like “Is Israel commiting a genocide?” or “Are antizionism and antisemitism the same?”… quite similar to the questions many people could ask AI chatbots like ChatGPT, Gemini, Claude or Perplexity…
The Hannover Institute for Public Policy, the ghostly webpage that published all that stuff, happens to be a, supposedly American, institution working for Israel. Thoroughly designed as serious and scholarly content for AI chatbots to get information from. A cheap, efficient and easy way to seed AI chatbots answers about the Zionist Entity’s peccadillos.
mago
There are certainly comments stacked up waiting for release on this open thread and open opportunity to air one’s views and news.
I half heartedly contemplated ceasing commenting for a while because why add more noise to the conversation whatever it might be. I’m always going on about this and that and this and that and sometimes boring myself and maybe irritating those others who refrain from scrolling through when they see my handle. In a world of almost 8 billion and an infinite universe, who cares. We’re like water in a hoof print compared to the ocean.
All that aside I was reflecting on aging once again since my birthday recently passed and there are few of those left I’m sure. Old age, sickness and death. Yet at the same time one uses it or loses it.
I stopped cooking for money some years ago, but I’m still busting it out. A few days ago I
catered an Indian based lunch for 35 solo aside from the service side where there was adequate assistance.
Don’t know why I’m going on about this, except it’s Labor Day in the US of A and that’s when my long suffering mother popped me out of her womb and into the world.
So to quote Hank Williams, hey hey working man, working man like me/ain’t never been on welfare and that’s one place I won’t be/because I’ll be working as long as these hands are fit to use…
Yeah well. Screw the politics and dig the sentiment. Happy Labor Day all you suffering mothers.
mago
Then, again, for someone who had the feeble intention to shut his yap, the compulsion arises to comment about human stupidity, ignorance and cruelty.
This season’s drought and lack of food and water has forced bears into urban environments to seek sustenance. They’re camping in park trees and will probably be shot and killed.
I’m tired of all the cruelty, the hatred, genocide and deliberate infliction of suffering. This The repetition of it all. The sheer fucking stupidity.
I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?
mago
I saw my girlfriend in a downtown bar holding hands with another man and I walked outside the door pretending it didn’t happen and I picked up a gun put it in my pocket vowing revenge, but out in the alley a friend offered me a toke and I took it and left it all on the outbreath with a vow to let it go and never go back again, yet betrayal haunts through time and space.
Best to let it go.
It makes us crazy and wild and inclined to ugly things later regretted.
Let it go. Forgive forget and don’t take it personally.
Advice to self.
mago
Good god. Just to clarify, I don’t have a girlfriend nor do I visit bars or own a gun or smoke pot. I was making up my version of a country western song. I’ll quietly slink away now.
bruce wilder
mago as Mr Brightside!??
put one second back on the clock and sing, mother mary
different clue
Header: Garden update.
I have dug up the just-for-fun purple potatoes I planted. Also the over-winter volunteer potatoes and the long-storing red potatoes. Long storing russet and also the russet potatoes with one long sprout apiece still in the ground and yet to dig up.
The hickory cane corn I planted in mid or late July after the Indian ornamental corn failed completely is now between 2 and 4 feet tall. A storm we had a few days ago blew it all down, but it has been standing itself back up over time. Corn can do that if not too tall when blown down. And 3 corn plants so far have begun tasseling.
The sedum is blooming and attracting honeybees which only come to the sedum. The goldenrod is blooming and attracting bumblebees, smaller bumbleform bees, mini-bees, microbees, several kinds of paper wasp, some other wasps, some flies.
The Plum Market hot Spanish garlic I planted and then let drown in the shade of a sea of weeds did not entirely die. It produced a whole bunch of very small to tiny bulbs and rounds. They are drying and curing and will be plantable soon. The self renewing garlic from the ornamental bed . . . the ones which made the best true-flower ornamental allium style heads . . . have been pulled up and are drying and curing and will be plantable soon.
different clue
Header: couple seed potato sources . . .
As people pre-think about buying some seed potatoes next year, there are two outlets which might not show up in cursory searches.
The Maine Potato Lady
https://www.mainepotatolady.com/
Cultivariable
https://www.cultivariable.com/
The owner of cultivariable is interested in the various edible roots and tubers of the Andes. He offers a semi-large number of different not-widely-known native Andean varieties of potatoes. (The Andes is to potatoes as Mexico is to corn.)
different clue
After many years of seeing zero nighthawks ( a common bird decades ago), I have seen four nighthawks so far this summer. I wonder if their food supply of flying insects has re-increased just enough to where a very few nighthawks are able to come here again.
Common Nighthawk in flight
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z007PLpWYxQ
longer video . . .
The Incredible Diving Nighthawks!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvvTSwWSGG0
Several ( almost many) decades ago, I was part of a group of birders who were birding at the “Anderson Farm” ( the University of Tennessee Plant Science Farm) which was out along the Alcoa Highway and located on the shore of Fort Loudon Lake. I hope it is still there. Dad and I did a lot of birding there, as did quite a few other birders.
Anyway, one find dusk we looked up and saw a slow-moving “night flight” of nighthawks. We guesstimated there to be about a thousand nighthawks in that flat one-bird-thick moving layer of nighthawks. I’ve only ever seen that just that one time.