Reforming "reform"


Here’s my weird thought de jour: I don’t know what the word “reform” means.

I looked it up in a dictionary, and it says: “Reform \Re*form”\, v. i. To return to a good state”

So when I read about, say, immigration “reform”, with contradictory senses of what “good” is – lock the borders! show compassion! – the term becomes nearly meaningless to me.

A few weeks ago, the French labor unions, emboldened by massive turnout of demonstrators on the streets of several cities, demanded that the government withdraw its contentious labor reform law. In this case, one COULD suggest the “reform” was trying bring back prosperity, but the young adults who would be subject to firing certainly didn’t see it that way.

“The Senate’s idea of lobbying reform is no substantive reform at all.”

“Raise judges’ pay: They have gone years without an increase, and the system needs reform”

Long Term Care Reform Committee of the New York State Bar Association: “Poor people can always get care; rich people can afford it. It’s the middle class that’s getting squeezed,” he warns.

“The United States stood nearly alone” last month “as it voted against the creation of a new U.N. Human Rights Council, saying the reform did not go far enough to keep abusers off the panel.”

“Consensus elusive in talks: Labor, business leaders differ on ways to reform workers’ compensation”

“Faster work sought on voting reform: U.S. Department of Justice turns up heat on state to meet federal election guidelines”

“PSC praises price reform: Panel says deregulation helps energy consumers, but assemblyman assails report”

In each case, one side will tout action as progress, while the others will bewail as punitive.

I think again of the word re-form, to form again. I guess my point is that the things lifted as reform may be re-form, i.e., change, but it is not necessarily better. So I vow not to use the word loosely. I wish others, especially politicians, would choose to do the same.

NCLB – perhaps the antithesis of reform.

(Mostly) Classical music meme

I got this from Tosy and Cosh some time ago, but never was all that hot on classical music terminology.

One is supposed to name our favorite incarnations of various musical forms. If I showed you all of the blanks, it would outnumber the answers. So I won’t.

Symphony: Gee, I don’t know. Is there just one? Beethoven’s Fifth, first movement, Beethoven’s Ninth, second movement (the theme song to the NBC News with Huntley and Brinkley). A number of Mozart symphonies, 29, 35, 40. Dvorak’s Ninth. OK, I’ll pick that one -“New World”.

Tone Poem, or other non-symphony long-form orchestral work: Scheherazade, by Rimsky-Korsakov. (I stole the answer, because I had no idea what a tone poem was and I DO like that piece.)

Piano concerto: Something by Mozart

Piano sonata: Raindrop by Chopin

Other chamber music: The Pachelbel Canon (so it’s so obvious – sue me)

Latin choral work (mass, requiem, Stabat Mater, etc.): OK, it’s cliche, but it’s the Mozart Requiem. Hey, it’s the 250th anniversary of his birth. I LIKE Requiems.

Classical work composed after 1950: Te Deum by Arvo Part

Movie Score: Last Exit to Brooklyn by Mark Knopfler

TV theme: most of the Mike Post oeuvre- Hill Street Blues, L.A. Law, Rockford Files, NYPD Blue. Also, Taxi, the Fugitive, and Hawaii 5-0, especially the percussion in the beginning.

Song, Rock: If I had to pick ONE right this minute, It might be “Rock and Roll Hootchie Koo” by Johnny Winter And.

Song, blues: “Meet Me with Your Black Drawers On”. Can’t remember who did it.

Song, country: “Stand By Your Man” by Lyle Lovett.

Song, other: “Waters of Babylon” by Don McLean

Guitar or lute, classical: There’s a Doors’ song “Spanish Caravan” from the “Waiting for the Sun” album, which is based on some classical guitar piece.

Guitar, rock, blues, country or other: the “Blue Moon” section of “Sunshine of Your Love” by Cream.

Goofy novelty song: “In the Mood” by Henhouse Five Plus Too.
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I knew Billy Preston was sick, but it still his passing yesterday made me sad. I remember hearing that first Apple album of his when I went to visit my friend Steve in Poughkeepsie, shortly after my high school girlfriend broke up with me. I especially loved the first song, “Do What You Want To (I Will Love You Anyway)”.
One of my favorite Billy Preston riffs was the organ on “I Got the Blues” from the Rolling Stones’ Sticky Fingers album, which has been playing in my head. Although best known for playing with the Beatles, and for solo John, George and Ringo discs, he played on several Stones albums as well. And of course, he had his own hits.
Only recently did I learn that he co-wrote “You Are So Beautiful”, the big Joe Cocker smash.

Johnny B on Billy P.
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Again, I was able to get the Billy Preston pic (from the Beatles Again site), but not any of the dozen graphics I tried for the main part. Blogger, thy name is maddening.

Gypsy moths


Our local newspaper, the Times Union, has recently started this Reader Network, abbreviated TURN. The premise:
We want to get feedback from real people in real time and to involve readers in our coverage. Once you register to join the Reader Network, Times Union reporters and editors will send you periodic (not more than once a week) e-mails asking for your input on a variety of subjects.

We may ask general questions like “How are we doing?” or more specific ones like “We are writing a story about people who collect stamps. Do you know someone we should contact?” or “The President signed new tax legislation today. How will the changes affect you?”

I don’t know why I signed up – I’m shy, retiring, and have no opinions on anything, as you well know – but sign up I did. So the second thing they send out by e-mail (don’t remember the first) was to ask about how gypsy moths were affecting our lives. It so happened that I did have a little tale to tell.

In this past Sunday’s paper, there’s an article “Small size, big appetite and bad manners.” There was a sidebar piece, “Bugged by caterpillars,” with four little stories. Mine is the fourth:

“We were away in Oneonta this past weekend. Just as we were pulling out of our parking space, a gypsy moth caterpillar landed on the windshield, falling from a tree. We figured it would fly off when we need the speed limit on I-88, but it tenaciously hung on. Then I took water from a bottle, thinking to wash the ugly bugger away – no good. Only an increase in speed finally dislodged the creature.”

I went to church yesterday, and was surprised the number of people who read the Sunday morning paper before church, or at least get to page A-8.
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Blogger was working well enough to download that lovely picture above yesterday, but then nothing else, despite numerous attempts. This morning, I was able to download the picture below:

Then I decided it was too large and fuzzy, so I attempted to downloaded again in a smaller version. NG – frustrating. It’s from the Library of Congress, BTW.
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hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia – what a great word! I wonder if those national spelling bee kids could spell it.

Internet Santa Claus and other things

When I hit my first blogiversary last month someone suggested that I visit “everyone else’s blog like some sort of internet Santa Claus.” I thought that was very funny. But yesterday, I felt that it was probably also correct.

Gay Prof was stymied trying to post pictures on Blogger. I wrote: “I’ve been having the same problem, off and on, with Blogger with stuff from the Internet. 9 out 10 times, it’ll say that it’s downloaded, then the image doesn’t really load. I’ve had more success downloading from my computer, so I’ve been saving the image I find on the Internet to the computer, THEN downloading from the computer. Try that.” Of course, now, that isn’t working, either, as evidenced by a lack of a graphic on THIS post. Anyone else having that problem with Blogger recently? More to the point, does anyone have a SOLUTION, short of getting rid of Blogger?

Someone else had a link to a bad e-mail address, which I noted. THAT was fixable.

When I’m doing research, as librarian, and I find typos on webpages, especially substantive ones, I let them know, because, if the information appears otherwise credible, that typo will make it appear to others that it is not a reliable source.
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It’s time for the men’s professional basketball and hockey finals , with me without a real rooting interest since the Buffalo Sabres of the NHL were eliminated in the last round; the NBA’s LA Clippers (ne the Buffalo Braves) went down a couple rounds ago in their playoff. So who to support? Absent anything else, I tend to root for the team from the East. Beyond that, though, the NHL Carolina Hurricanes play in the state my mom and one of my sisters live in, North Carolina; they’re playing the Edmonton Oilers. Meanwhile, NBA Miami Heat have coach Pat Riley. Though I wasn’t a big Lakers fan, even when he coached them, he’s from Schenectady, near Albany, and he lost his mom recently, so I’ll go with the team of Shaq and the wonderfully named Dwyane Wade against the Dallas Mavericks.
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Lydia had pink eye Friday and I stayed home with her. She woke up Saturday very warm to the touch (temperature over 101), and I stayed home with her much of the day; it finally stopped raining, and we finally went out around 6 pm. Carol stayed with her much of yesterday. Today, it’ll be my turn again. Thus, I post now or not at all today.
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Just this morning, I found my copies of Bob Dylan’s Tarantula and also Rod McKuen’s Listen to the Warm. They were given to me as going to college presents by friends of my parents who were also friends of mine in August 1971. I STILL haven’t gotten through either one.

Mark of the Beast


I received this e-mail a couple months ago: “Well everyone is emailing around about the time tonight 1:02.3 on 4/05/06(123456) But what about June 6th 2006 it will be 6/06/06 (666) Yikes!”

I’m a Christian, but I just don’t get the obsession of certain people trying to decipher Revelation in the manner they do. Is The UPC Code The Forerunner Of The “Mark of the Beast”? Well, no, the article says, but computer chips are.

Haters of our 40th President pointed out that Ronald Wilson Reagan had six letters in his name. No, he PROBABLY wasn’t the Antichrist.

I’ve glanced at this site and this site and this one, but after deep contemplation, I have decided NOT to hide under my bed the day after tomorrow. Even though the new Omen movie opens on that day.

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