Put me in the zoo

Last year on our vacation to Normandy and Brittany, we visited Branfrere animal park where we saw (and petted) wallabies amongst other animaux.

Although our holiday this year was was but three days and two nights, we thought we’d take in a nice big zoo. The Port Lympne Zoo looked pretty good, although had I seen a topo map of the place I’m sure we would have avoided it.

And the philosophy of the park was quite different. At Branfere – the animals were on show – but on their own little islands – giving them the illusion of freedom and us the illusion of proximity. And indeed many animals were allowed to roam free around the park. At the Port Lympne ticket booth we were warned that it wasn’t a zoo, but rather a park dedicated to conservation, where the animals really do come first. And that meant that they kept the night shelters open during the day and that the enclosures were really big (and as turns out full of weeds) which meant that it might require patience to see the animals.

If we hadn’t already stood in line for nearly an hour just to buy our tickets, I might have turned around.

When I pay a bunch of money to go into a zoo, I expect to see some animals. And they should either be available for petting or feeding or they should do some funny tricks.

Many of the cages at Port Lympne appeared to be empty. Animals were either hiding or sleeping in others – and given that the enclosures were so big – that meant that there was a heckuva lotta walking between boring animal displays. And given the steepness of many of the paths and us pushing a stroller full of baby and baby accessories, it was a lot of work to catch a glimpse of a “small cat” that looked suspiciously like the neighborhood tabby.

But they did actually have some cool animals:

We saw baby lions

gorillas

monkeys

(our own little ginger monkey?)

red pandas

and rhinos

Beside the sea side

We took a quick trip down to the sea side and to see some sights, just a short break – two nights away.

It was our first vacation with the Baby Cletus.

Every experience is a learning experience.

Actually, he was pretty good. We’re pretty tired – more tomorrow.

Holiday

Don’t be surprised if there’s a paucity of posting over the next couple of days. I’m sure we’ll have loads of lovely pics to share when we get back to blogging.

Conspiracy theories

If you want to criticize the handling of the War on Terror, I’m happy to listen. My theories as to why things have gone wrong include: poor governance, lack of evidence based policy, no respect for evidence based policy, a poor understanding of human nature, greed, venality and valuing personal loyalty over integrity and good outcomes.

Conspiracies? Maybe. If by conspiracy you mean mercenaries and consultants and crony suppliers working together and ripping off the US taxpayer with no-bid contracts and failing to deliver any sort of effective nation building, then yes, I’d be willing to listen to your conspiracy theories.

Conspiracy around 9/11. Not so much. No really – just shut up. The Jews didn’t turn up to work that day (lies). Mossad did it (of course). Jet fuel doesn’t burn hot enough to snap steel girders. Errmmm…. In what way is it surprising that a building collapses after a jet smashes into it? I only took half a class in civil engineering, but I know the difference between compressive and tensile strength and steel isn’t as strong as you think – that’s why it has to be used in conjunction with concrete – and to build to any height concrete has to be used with steel. (A nice long list of conspiracy theories and their de-bunkification is here at Popular Mechanics).

Do I think that we know everything about what happened that day? No, of course not. But if there were any conspiracies it was people after the fact trying to cover each others’ asses for not waking up to the fact that Al Qaeda was planning something big earlier on.

Do I worry about 9/11 conspiracies? Well, a little. If we ever want to come to some peaceful accord with the “Arab Street” we need to understand that even the quackiest theory has some resonance there. And even the brightest and most rational folks you meet from the Middle East often at least entertain the what seems to me like ridiculous notions. And this matters because if two groups of people can’t even agree on a relatively small set of facts, we certainly aren’t likely to agree on a peaceful way forward

I was told by a person I thought quite reasonable that Jews normally employed at the Twin Towers didn’t turn up to work on the morning of September 11. When I completely rubbished this, I was asked “Have you looked at some of the 9/11 websites, it proves it.”

No. It doesn’t. There are loads of kooky websites out there. Take a look around this one, for example.

But when you see 9/11 conspiracy theories mooted in a reputable paper, I find it a little harder to blame the gullible and the susceptible. And I find it a lot easier to suggest that a national newspaper is irresponsible and stirring up trouble.

When you’re a Jet

The Vol-in-Law and I don’t go to the cinema. I think he’d like to more often than we have done, but I won’t do it. The Knoxville Dollar Theater spoiled it for me. Since then, I’ve always felt ripped off when I’ve seen a film. I don’t particularly enjoy the cinema experience and I leave grumbling like an old codger “Arrgghh, they don’t make films like they used to….”

I’m not a movie buff, I admit, but I like a good movie sometimes. In fact, we’ve just watched The Importance of Being Earnest – the one with Colin Firth and Reese Witherspoon and it was fun. That was just a random Sunday night showing. But sometimes we buy DVDs as well. We’ll buy them when we’re in the mood and if they’re cheap enough. Sometimes we’ll buy a whole handful. We bought some about a month before Cletus was born – and have only just got around to starting watching them.

We bought Jarhead (It was OK, a bit anti-climactic). We bought some musicals. Guys and Dolls, The Wizard of Oz. Obviously, I’ve seen them before. They’re great.

West Side Story. We bought that. Can you believe I’d never seen it? Well, I hadn’t and I’d always wanted to.

And I still haven’t seen it.

Oh – we tried. We put it on not long ago. And you know – I just didn’t like it. We turned it off after the “America” song. The pacing dragged. It somehow didn’t look right. It seemed like a weird out-of-date world with its quaint euphemisms for everything. And weirdly, it seemed kinda gay (not that there’s anything wrong with that). But just that little bit too gay for a story about hot heterosexual passions and street gangs.

So, I’ve never seen West Side Story, and I don’t guess I ever will. I feel a little weird hating such an icon of musical theater, but there you go.

Happy Equality Day

Happy Equality Day

find out more about it via The Tennessee Guerilla Women,

What’s in the brown paper bag?

It was rumored when I was a lass, that certain Baptist preachers of Lawrenceburg would stake out the parking lots of liquor stores in the seat of our neighboring county – the nearest place to buy hard spirits.

I don’t know if that was true or merely a means of keeping thirsty and wayward church-goers on their toes, but now watchful ministers won’t need to drive so far.

Apparently, Lawrenceburg, TN my old home town of a mere 10,000 souls is going to allow packaged liquor sales within the city limits. The resolution passed earlier this year. I guess the town fathers were tired of seeing potential tax revenues leach to nearby counties.

Hell done froze over…and nobody told me. This seemed unimaginable when I was a kid.

From the local Rotary website:

Mayor Durham gave an update on the liquor store lottery that had been held the night before at the City Administration Building. He stated that after the Ordinance for sale of liquor passed this Spring the City Commission voted to limit the number of liquor stores within the city to four stores, which is one for every 2,500 citizens in the city.

Expect scenes of depravity as demon rum and mother’s ruin are loosed onto the streets of the Burg.

Personally, I’m saddened a little that I will no longer be able to truthfully tell astounded Brits that I hailed from a bone dry town and a semi-dry county.

Gettin’ ready for Freddie

A recent edition of the LA Times features Lawrenceburg, Tennessee Woo-hoo. It’s all about how the town is getting ready for Freddie – that is Fred Thompson’s announcement of his intention to run for the presidency. Apparently folks are convinced he’s going to announce in the Big Burg. My old home town has cleaned up the square and forbidden trash by the side of the road. Does this mean they’re getting rid of those old guys who inhabit the benches on the square? Has VolMom planted up the town square with flowers as she is wont to do – or has the drought and her librul politics overcome her civic pride and gardening passion?

Chunky Moore’s menswear and the Ledbetter drug store sure are getting some good press out of all this. Here’s a tip – Ledbetter’s used to have awesome real milkshakes made right in front of you at the counter. I don’t know if they still do that, but it’s worth asking if you’re a visiting journo or political junkie. The Vol-in-Law and the rest of the groomsmen rented their tuxes from Moore’s – I don’t know if you need to rent a tux while you’re in town for the day – but maybe Chunky will sell you some wing tips real cheap.

As for me, I just think it’s pretty wild that people I know are written up in the LA Times. I recognize every name in that article.

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HT: The Tennessee Politics blog

Baby wear

Cletus is measuring on the small side of normal – but even so, we’re nearing the end of the 0 to 3 months range of clothing. Some 0 to 3s still swamp him, but others are a little snug. Still other outfits – like the adorable seersucker rompers are useless in the cold spell we’re having.

VolMom bought a lot of outfits for Cletus. I mean a lot. Three big old suitcases full. They were all sorted into different size ranges and newborns and 0-3s were stored accessible areas – but further age ranges (he has pretty much the first year covered) were in the highest shelf of our closet – reachable only with the aid of a step ladder. At least that was the plan. I have to admit that I didn’t pay too much attention when the clothes were first brought over because I had a brand new little baby and, as it turned out, a raging post-operative infection.

The other day, I dragged out the ladder and started going through the clothes. I found a whole little treasure trove of untouched 0-3s. Some of them still had their consignment store price tags along with their original labels – meaning at least one other baby never wore them either. I wonder just how many babies never wore them. There could have been an endless chain of baby wardrobes these rompers and onesies passed through essentially untouched.

I hope VolMom had a fun time buying them – ’cause I hate to admit – a few of them went right in the storage bag.

But there were some outfits I just had to put on him – even if he only wore them once.

I smile because my Mommy dresses me funny.

Cross cultural comparisons

A Tri-Cities area chicken farmer featured in the latest round of the US version of Survivor. It was filmed in China. And here’s how Steve “Chicken” Morris summed up his observations.

“There’s no biscuits and gravy, and there’s no cornbread and beans. And not too many front porches,” he said. “A very unusual culture it is.”

Well, there you go. Genius. You could say the same about England. And Steve – you should see what they do to ice tea here!

(Of course, I do some pretty darn good cornbread and beans – if I do say so myself.)

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Hat tip to Big Orange Michael’s TV coverage at Music City Bloggers.