In search of a good photograph of our pom, I visited my old blog. That was a mistake. A grave mistake. Bemused Muse was a snapshot into my daily life when we reached Ohio. One part whimsy, a dash of political grumbling, and much humor went into it. Reading it, for me, is akin to opening a dusty tome to peer into a decade of my past. It's painful.
Dear readers, for those wondering what happened...
My father lost his job in 2012. My parents opted to move from Colorado to Ohio to live with us. I was excited over the prospect! Better Half and I tore up our lovely home in order to accommodate their belongings. We emptied our first floor for their furnishings, put our antique cabinets and odd bits in the basement, and cleared out our large upstairs bedroom for their use. We consolidated our bathroom, cleared out our basement, and prepared to welcome them with open arms.
For those unfamiliar with our home... it was my showpiece.
We called it 'Pembroke Cottage' and took gr…
Rushed snippets are things that catch my attention when I have the least amount of time to sit down and mull over them in full.
Such is the case with the "basic income" social experiments going on in Canada and elsewhere. There are several lines of thought regarding it. The reasoning depends greatly upon whatever is motivating the proponent.
For some, the approach stems in part from opinions concerning automation. In a nutshell, "huge swaths of workforce would suffer layoffs if robots end up displacing them. If we supplement their income while they go back to school, we'll be investing in people willing to be productive" etc.
For others, current social programs do not address the situations which lead to poverty. It's the "fish principle": if you give a man a fish, he eats for a day; if you teach a man to fish, he eats for a lifetime.
What are BI experiments?
Of course, there are plenty of YouTube videos covering BI, both pro and con. …
Dog hair on my face
I wipe it in vain
Blood begins to flow
Those that remember my old blog, Bemused Muse, will also remember that Better Half and I are dog lovers. They were featured in a number of daily posts. Hell, I even put up obituaries when they passed.
We have four small ones now: Zephyr the Iggy, Truffle the Pom, Piper the Chi-whatever, and Angus the Chiweenie. Five if you include my mother's menace, appropriately named Dante though I just call him Raindog due to my suspicion that he's a highly functioning autistic animal.
Meh, I digress. This pomku comes to you courtesy of Better Half, who finished the final verse while I desperately clawed at the fur coating my nose.