There Is Less Laughter Now

Both I and Deanna didn’t realize Robin Williams wasn’t in fact Jewish until he passed away. But he was an honorary Jew. Yet he was truly one of a kind. And he will be missed.

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When I learned he named his daughter Zelda, I assumed it was after F. Scott Fitzgerald’s wife. Nope. After a video game he and his wife loved.

He was also named the best guest by a number of people, including Conan O’Brien.

Sylvia Archive: The Simple Life

Want to leave it all behind? Sylvia has group for that. Click the comic for more details.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Fitting In

I’d like to share a link from Bad Girl Chats friend Tom G. It’s all one world, some of us belong, some of us don’t.

Hollander was my ex-husband’s name. If you come across any Garrisons, there might be a chance that I was related, but since my father just made that name up from his middle name, that’s unlikely. During the Depression everyone had a hard time finding a job, but Jews a bit harder so he changed his name from Silverman to Garrison (Gershon). My grandfather changed his name at Ellis Island from Lieberman to Silverman, thinking it would bring him luck in the new world. This is my family’s version of not fitting in and trying to be a part of this country.

From The Field Negro blog: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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“This is not your country”; even if you are the “Jeopardy!” champion.

I can relate to Arthur Chu’s experience as it relates to his father.

My father was also working on his post graduate degrees in America in the late sixties, and he too would tell us stories about some of the awful things that he experienced while trying to navigate the racial climate at the time.

Unlike Mr. Chu’s dad, though, after he got his degrees my father went back to his beloved Jamaica and never left. As he liked to say when citizens of a certain class were fleeing the island and taking their wealth with them; “I will turn the lights out.”

But I digress.

Chu wrote an excellent article for The Daily Beast that is cut and paste worthy, and I would like to share it with you.

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 “I wrote the piece below in a late-night frenzy on July 13, 2013, after receiving a notification on my phone that George Zimmerman had been acquitted of the murder of Trayvon Martin. I had left a party early, brooding about why I felt so strongly about something that, ostensibly, had “nothing to do with me.”

I had originally kept this as a friends-only post on Facebook, because of the justifiable fear that writing angry tearful screeds about how mad you are at America might be harmful for my career.

As it was, the tweets that I sent out about how depressed I was after the Trayvon Martin shooting got dug up several months later by some National Enquirer intern looking for dirt on the recent 
Jeopardy! celebrity, and I got to see a blurb in the Enquirer asking, “Does Jeopardy! champ Arthur Chu hate America?” ….

Sylvia Archive: A Wife’s Duty

These Bad Girls chat about what it means to be submissive. Submit an addition to the discussion in a comment.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Sylvia Archive: Grey Matter

Looking to grow more brain cells? Sylvia’s hosting a workshop just for that – RSVP in a comment.

Monday, Auguest 25, 2014

Street Talk

This is interesting coming at a time when women in Turkey are being told not to laugh in public and in America women are admonished to “smile” by men. The idea that our behavior is the business of men in the street, that male passersby have the right to ask us to look a certain way is something that most women have experienced and are disturbed by.

Unexpected Mail Order Items

Image my surprise when I opened a catalog which I receive because I once bought something from a catalog very like it. Usually it devotes many pages to Tupperware containers, non slip bath mats and more Tupperware. I was blown away by this item. Oh, how the world has changed!

Sylvia Archive: All Natural Response

Know a better way to clean up an oil spill? Do tell in a comment.
Friday, August 22, 2014

Sylvia Archive: Going The Distance

Talk about customer service. What do you wish your bank did for you? Share in a comment.

Thursday August 21 2014

Japanese Error Messages

Our friend Diane sent this. I often wish I had reboot tattooed on my right hand. This chain email is too funny not to share.

Love this…I can relate to every one of them!

Some programmers in Japan have replaced the impersonal and
unhelpful Microsoft Error messages with Haiku poems.

Haiku poetry has strict construction rules. Each poem has only three lines, 17 syllables: five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, five in the third.

Haiku’s are used to communicate a timeless message, often
achieving a wistful yearning and powerful insight through extreme brevity – the essence of Zen.

Here are the new error messages, haiku style:

Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.

The website you seek
Cannot be located,
But countless more exist.

Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.

Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.

Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.

Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.

First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
So beautifully.

With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
“My Novel” not found.

The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao, until
You bring fresh toner.

Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.

A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.

Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.

You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.

Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.

Having been erased,
The document you’re seeking
Must now be retyped.

Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen.
Mind. Both are blank.