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Body Armor

This morning I awoke thinking of body armor. Imagine the padded chest protectors used by umpires, or those worn by fencers. These carry on a design idea with ancient origins. In the Middle Ages, thickly padded, quilted material was used to make body armor. It protected the warrior from the blows of early weaponry. Later, similar garments were used under plate metal or chain mail armor. At that point, the quilted vestments protected the body from the metal armor itself.

Body armor, a means to protect oneself from attack.

We all carry armor. For some it is thin, easily penetrated. Others have thick, sturdy armor that lets nothing in. And we all have potential sources of attack. Usually that is emotional rather than physical. Most of us have people in our lives who provide a continuing stream of negative emotion. A co-worker’s tone of voice, gossip, or undermining; a family member’s repeated reminders of mistakes made, or warnings of those yet to be made. Besides things done “to us,” we have loss, worry, hardship of various types. All can take their toll, leaving us damaged and weakened.

To protect ourselves from these ongoing challenges, we need defenses. We build armor over time, but the armor can take different forms. Suspicion and mistrust are two we all know. We’ve all been taught to be careful of strangers. We’ve all been cautioned about sharing too much personal information, especially in the age of identity theft. We hide ourselves from others, careful not to reveal facts or feelings. If they don’t know what hurts us, it’s less likely that they will.

Woozle Wednesdai

Those of you who already either know me or know of me know that I am a massive pootie person. We  moved into an apartment and now have a pootie, named Jenny; however I grew up with both cats & dogs and I love both. I do not discriminate against any animal & love animal photos of all kinds. Please enjoy the following and add any photos that you think the community would like to see. Now, enjoy the photos & have some fun.





The Daily F Bomb, Wednesday 3/6/13

Happy hump day, Bombdroppers! How are you all today? For me it’s till all uphill until the end of the workday, after that it’s downhill (in a good way). I only have two conference calls today! Blessed relief.

Now, spill!

Interrogatories

Are you a bargain hunter? If so, what is the best bargain you ever found? Do you prefer showers or baths? How green are you/your habits/your home? What is your favorite ethnic food? What, of that food, is your favorite dish?

The Twitter Emitter

What are you reading? Mar 6, 2013

For those who are new … we discuss books.  I list what I’m reading, and people comment with what they’re reading.  Sometimes, on Sundays, I post a special edition on a particular genre or topic.

If you like to trade books, try bookmooch

I’ve written some book reviews on Yahoo Voices:

Book reviews on Yahoo

Wednesday Watering Hole: Check In & Hangout for the Herd

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Good morning, Moosekind. Don’t forget to let your peeps know where to find you.

Snow has started and is supposed to deposit 10 to 15 inches in the Northern Shenandoah Valley, 15+ if you listen to some sources. Me, I prefer to tune them out…lalalalalala I can’t hear you!!

Meanwhile trs, who as part of his job responsibilities will spend the next 12 hours or so attempting to keep the streets clear, is showing little to no sympathy for my plight. And Kidlet, who isn’t likely to find her way back to school before next Monday is finding the whole thing highly enjoyable.

Open Thread – Snowbound Stimulations

Many of my fellow Moose have found themselves surrounded by the wet fluffy while stuff. Some are surround by massive amounts of the fluffies. This diary is simply intended as a resting area in between shoveling sessions. Feel free to chat, leave music or LOL’s, thaw your hands and feet, or unload on the snow as it unloads on you.

(Discliamer: No snowmen were created in the making of this diary.)

 

R.I.P. Presidente Hugo Chavez


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July 28, 1954 – March 5, 2013

“We must confront the privileged elite who have destroyed a large part of the world.”

Hugo Chavez

Extinction Update: Brontosaur Romneii (The Song Has Ended But The Malady Lingers On)

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Seismometers across the continental plate reverberated as previously-thought-to-be-extinct Onepercentasaur Brontosaurus romneii emerged from one of his well-appointed caves to grace the world with his witless utterances. With the onset of the paleosequester, this unwelcome political behemoth felt it necessary to return to the miasmic swamps of political life to point out that, had he eluded electoral extinction, Things Would Be So Much Better. This insipid viewpoint was amplified by B. romneii’s mate, Dressageasaurus cruella, whose vocalization – like nails on a Cretaceous chalkboard – continue to jangle the nerves of all organisms in the drainage basin.

“If only”, they sigh, in carefully rehearsed unison, we had been the chosen ones. All of this awfulness could have been avoided.” Indeed. Awfulness of an altogether different sort would have pervaded the land, or at least 47 percent of the land. Latinosaurs would be stampeding in throes of self-deportation. Venturecapitasaurs would be driving workers into the streets while expanding their vast offshore caverns to accomodate still more wealth. The cries of the unemployed, the impoverished, the elderly, and the ill would reverberate across the land. All the while, B. romneii’s dynastic wealth would grow to proportions that would cause serious global tectonic disruption.

When last we heard from these two, they were licking their wounds after the painful realization that all their grand evening of fireworks and victory toasts had come crashing down around them. Indeed, the only joy of that dark night came from the immediate termination of employment of B. romneii’s campaign staff, and the concurrent cancellation of their credit cards, stranding them far from home. Yes, good times, but alas, over all too soon.

As fellow GOPasaurs engaged in the gnashing of teeth, self-loathing, and blamestorming that has become their hallmark, B. romneii and D. cruella slunk away in the night, never to be heard from again, until now, when their vocalizations have resumed, fueled by a heady mixture of righteous indignation and denial. Follow along below the coprolite horizon for The Rest of the Story…  

Sister Spies: Mary Bowser and Mary Touvestre


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Growing up, I loved the stories I read about Harriet Tubman, and her brave forays into slave territory to spy and lead others to freedom. At the time, there were a few other black women like Sojourner Truth, whose stories were written about as tales of resistance and I knew family legends that were passed down about my own strong enslaved ancestors, but the library seemed to be pretty bare of reading material on other black women who had resisted enslavement.

That is beginning to change, and I can only hope we will see more in the years to come.