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Sunday, February 23, 2014

Sunday Scribble


Sunday Scribble:  
What's in a word?
or
A History of the Flush Toilet!

The word 'crap' has many different connotations and meanings.  To some it's a good word to describe something not in the best of shape.  According to Mike Rowe (of Dirty Jobs and multiple voice overs including my ringtone of him singing Dr. Seuss's Mr. Grinch)  C.R.A.P.  means Collectibles, Rare And Precious.  While still others use the word CRAP as a term of endearment as in - "It maybe Crap, but it's all mine."  And let's not forget that it is the root of the name of the most famous plumber of all time; a person who has been mistakenly credited for creating the one invention that delineates Civilized Society from Barbaric Society -  Of course I am talking of no other than THOMAS CRAPPER.  Crapper has been correctly credited with inventing the .......BALLCOCK... which helps the flow and flushing of the ah.... crapper. Of course in old English and in parts of Great Britain today the word Crap refers to weeds, or rubbish or even chaff.  

Within the last hundred years or so the word has come to mean something as in dealing with human waste.  In the event that those of you who read this don't realize this I'm a man of history.   I soak up historical facts like a piece of bread sops up soup.  Yes, like that and then some.  I try not to be picky and discriminate about history - after all there is so much of it and it would be very easy to be selective.  Not me, however.  I enjoy hearing about the Ancient Greeks, Early Romans, Middle Age, Dark Age, Sun-Tzu, Mao, Stanley and Livingston, the Pharaohs, Olmecs, Mayans, Easter Island, Stonehenge, King Alfred the Great, Rollo, Xenophon and yes even CRAPper -  the list goes on.  

Long ago, before I had finished college but after I knew everything like a teenager, my now late mother told me of the one defining invention that separates us from the barbaric ages.  She explained how this single invention makes the world of difference in humanity's growth.  It's invention and subsequent improvements helped to prevent disease, improve lifestyles of people and changed the way that the word 'wealth' was used to define people.  


Of course the obvious avoidance of pestilence, she explained, was but the way to prevent disease.  Filth could now travele down the pipe and out of the home. No longer was the average person forced to dump their - ah crap - (i.e. rubbish, weeds and other leavings) out the window to the small gutter that ran down the street.  The gutter which would be filled up and only emptied by the next rain storm, all of which would end up in the river that ran through or by the town.  

When the diseased filth gets flushed down the crapper it flows through the pipes,down to the sewage system of the city and eventually ends up in that river.  The waste then flows down river getting mixed in with the sediment, water, river banks or simply flows to the next town.  Of course this system is only truly beneficial for those closer to the head waters of the river or those rich folks furthest from the water - so just don't go swimming.  

According to those who know, history's definition of wealth has changed repeatedly over the eons.  Early on, it was the amount of sheep or other animals which you had in your tribe as you roamed the lands. As societies settled into more structured civilizations, pasture and farm land size mattered.  This changed to include the amount of gold or precious metals you could use to shape into things to sell or use to defend yourself with - i.e. weapons of war such as the sword or pike.  Some cultures looked at the number of camels while others looked at the size and shape of your ships because it meant you could send more materials to sell on the backs of the camel or keel of a ship.  This all changed again with Crapper and his popularity among the English gentry.  

My mother explained that when Edward VII ordered Crapper to outfit one of his homes he gained national prestige and made everyone want his work, the then contemporary version of what we know more popularly in our vernacular as the flush toilet, water closet or as some know it - their reading seat - and if living the movie THIS IS FORTY (33 seconds in) - your chance to play Words With Friends.  This single act of Edward VII redefined wealth and what made you wealthy.  The flush toilet had reached it's ascendancy.  

Whatever your point of view on the word, keep in mind some simple facts.  Be thankful for Thomas Crapper, and that the word crap means more then crap.    

Until next time - make sure you check back Thursday for the conclusion of A FELLOW OTHELLO.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

A Fellow Othello (PART 2)

Want to catch up on what happened prior to Part 2?  Click HERE!

THURSDAY TALES PRESENTS:
A FELLOW OTHELLO 
(Part 2)

Tommy was trying not to make it look obvious that he was now dating Rachel.  They didn’t want anyone talking about their business.  They sat at different tables, but they were sitting so that they could look at each other, thinking the whole time that no one noticed.  Of course that was wrong.
“Did you notice,” Gale said as she leaned into Barbara so that the bigger girl could hear her.
“Notice what,” Barbara asked.
“The way the two stare at each other,” Gale said a bit of mischievousness in her voice.
“What are you talking about,” Barbara asked.
“Can’t you see how Tommy and Rachel are staring at each other,” Jenny said from the other side of Barbara.  “Like they think they’re in some vampire story.”
Barbara looked at the two; she was sitting on the other side of the table from Rachel, but far enough away so that Rachel couldn’t hear the conversation.  Turning her head she looked over at Tommy and then back at Rachel. 
“Well, I’ll be,” Barbara said as she began to stand up.  “She said that she wasn’t going to date him.”
“Yeah?” Gale said in question.  “You must be kidding.”
“We’ll just see about that,” Barbara said as she lifted up her pants, pulling them over her belly. 
Barbara was a larger girl who had a big attitude to match.  She walked with a purpose in everything she did, and this time was no different.  She stopped right in front of Rachel, blocking her view of Tommy.  Rachel looked up at the large girl standing in front of her, taking all of Rachel’s attention.
“Hi Barbara,” Rachel said.  “What’s up?”
“Don’t give me that missy,” Barbara said shaking her finger and raising her voice.  “You said you weren’t interested.”
“What are you talking about,” Rachel asked.
“You said the last time I talked to you that you weren’t interested in Tommy,” Barbara said, turning slightly to point towards where Tommy was sitting.  “Did he trick you or something,” Barbara asked.  “Or are you just some hootsie tootsie girl that goes around stealing boys.”
“No way,” Rachel said, realizing that everyone at the table was beginning to stare. “He didn’t trick me,”  she almost giggled as she continued.  “And I don’t steal boys.”
“Then why are you dating him,” Gale yelled out from down at her side of the table.
Rachel pointed eyes of poison at the girl, but looked back at Barbara.
“Listen Barb,” Rachel said.  “I value my friendship with you, but I am my own person.”  Rachel explained.  “You know my history, how people have hurt me over and over again.  That I don’t trust easily.  There’s no way that I would allow anyone to ever trick me again.”   She paused as she looked up at the towering, larger girl.  “And this is America, I can date who I want.”
Barbara put her hands on her hips, a thoughtful look crossing her face. 
“But you said you weren’t interested,” Barbara asked, her voice filled with a hint of anguish at losing a potential boyfriend.  “How can you tell me that you changed your mind?”
“Well, because I didn’t say I wasn’t interested.  I said that I wasn’t sure if I was interested,” Rachel explained. “That it would take something to convince me that he was a nice guy and not some jerk.”
“So, I take it that he did something to prove himself to you,” Barbara asked, suggesting something lewd had been done.
“Yeah,” Rachel said.  “He turned out to be a really nice guy.”
“OOOOHHHHH,” Barbara giggled and the surrounding students at both Rachel’s and Tommy’s table copied; Gale and Jenny the loudest of the group.
“That’s not what I meant,” Rachel said, blushing.  Tommy’s friend’s elbowed him and slapped him on the back, Tommy ignored them.  “I just found out that he’s not some shallow jerk like the rest of the boys in this jerkwater of a school.”
“You all shut your mouths if you know what’s good for yah,” Barbara said, her eyes of poison looking between the two tables. She needed to think of what to say and couldn’t concentrate from all the noise. “I don’t want to have to beat any of you.”
And just as quickly the moment passed.  Those who had been disturbed by the noise and commotion had already gone back to eating.  By the time the lunch monitors had made it over to the table everything had quieted down.  
***

The bus was bumping along the road on its way to the observatory.  Looking out the side windows, on a small hill was the large building that had a dome in the center of it.  There was a large parking lot in front that was filled with busses, cars and people moving towards the entrances of the building.  It looked like a giant ant hill that was alternately getting filled and emptied at the same time by worker ants. 
Sitting towards the middle of the bus in a three-seater was Tommy and Rachel.  Sitting across from them was Gale and Jimmy who were also sharing a seat.  Gale was talking to Jenny who was sitting in front of Gale. Jenny had only sat next to Jimmy to keep Rachel from seeing him.  The story was that Tommy and Rachel were dating, but Jenny wasn’t convinced, she knew better.  Gale had told her that it was just some big cover to throw Jenny off the way that Rachel was going after Jimmy.  Of course Jenny was still upset with Jimmy because she thought he was cheating on her with Rachel and he had been on that phone call with her.  In Jenny’s fourteen year old brain, that’s all that could have been going on.  Rachel was bad news and Jenny didn’t like her.   
Gale and Jenny were sitting in the aisle seat talking back and forth as if they were talking about the most important things in the world, all the while Jenny ignored Jimmy who was forced to stare out the window as they drove along. 
Gale looked over at Rachel and tried to include her in the conversation, ignoring the dirty looks from Jenny.  Gale could handle that later, and Gale was certain Jenny would approve of the taunting she would be doing.
“So Rachel, you said that Tommy had proven himself.  How,” Gale asked.  “I’m not trying to say he did anything bad, but I figured whatever he did must have been pretty spectacular for you to trust him after your past.”
Rachel looked over at Gale, trying to gauge if Gale was trying to be rude or was sincere.  Rachel decided to give Gale the benefit of the doubt, even she suspected that Gale was trying to be a snake.
“He gave me this necklace,” Rachel said, pulling a silver chain from under her shirt.  “He said it was something his mother had worn before she had died, and that for as long as we went out I could wear it because he knew that I was special like his mom.”
“Wow,” Jenny said as Gale just looked on thoughtfully, considering that Gale might be wrong. Jenny quickly discarded that idea because she just couldn’t trust Rachel.
“That’s pretty incredible,” Gale said.  “Assuming…” But Gale didn’t finish the statement. 
“Assuming what,” Rachel asked. By this time in the trip Tommy had fallen asleep, his head leaning against the window, then leaning back as the bus bounced along, moving his head.  Gale gave an extra glance over towards him to make sure that he was asleep. 
“That it really was his mother’s and not something that he picked up from Walmart,”  Gale said and then saw the look on Rachel’s face.  “Which I’m sure he wasn’t lying about that.  You would never see something that nice there.” Gale backpedaled. 
A tear pierced Rachel’s eye, but she quickly wiped it away.   Pulling the necklace off her head, she stuffed it into her binder, thinking that she didn’t want it on her in case she lost it, but knowing that it was because she wasn’t sure it was real.  Which meant that if it wasn’t real then Tommy’s feelings for her were fake.

Gale watched from her seat, Jenny marveled at her friends ability to destroy.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Manic Monday!!

Introducing Manic Monday: 

Since our restart I have seen a noticeable increase in the amount of traffic coming to my site.  I really appreciate the increased support and confidence in my fans, friends and associates.  I know it can be difficult in our fast paced world to find the time to check out my site, read my musings and my short stories as well as spread the good word among your own friends, family and associates.  I wanted to show you my appreciation for all your help and support so I decided to go the extra step and create a MANIC MONDAY.   I know your question - and here's your answer.  On every Monday I will be posting a link for you to download a free book of mine from the kindle store.  Each week the book will be different.  As new books become available I will include them into the rotation as feasible.  
I offer this humble Thank you to all of you!  
Jim Baldini 
Our First Offering:


Storm Story: Triumphant: A book that I wrote during and after Super storm Sandy hit the Northeast and crippled most of New Jersey, New York and surrounding areas.  My family and I didn't struggle as much as others closer to the shore, but we still spent nearly a week without power but were fortunate to have family who did have power and let us stay at their house during the storm.  Thanks Connie and Fred!  I remember vividly looking at our situation and wondering what my children would do if stuck in Sandy without parents, friends or family to help out.  Many of my stories that aren't Science Fiction revolve around the simple concept of Bad Things Happen to Good People, and how they react.  This was one of those stories.