WHEN FEATHERS FLY AND BEETLES BATTLE


I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.               – Dr. Seuss

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Feathers have been ruffled…

…over one one-hundredth of 1 percent ~ public broadcasting’s share of the federal budget.

Factoring in the money provided by states and local governments, you and I pay less than $4 a year for the television and radio programming we get from PBS and NPR.  I think it is the Bargain of the Millennium.  Did you know that Canadians and Australians pay about 8 times more, the French and Japanese 14 times more, Britons 24 times more and Germans 41 times more? It’s all here in Josh Keating’s chart ~

http://blog.foreignpolicy.com/posts/2012/10/04/if_you_think_big_bird_is_breaking_the_bank_be_glad_youre_not_paying_for_schnappi

NPR enjoys a bit of nonsense, too, just like our savvy and saucy Dr. Suess. My favorite 8′ 2″ blond tweeted this, the day after the presidential debate.

It’s a wacky, whimsical world.  Where else but on NPR’s Science Friday can you learn about the battles of Japanese rhinoceros beetles?

What would I do without Ira Flatow, the Master of All Things Science? He can explain the latest cutting-edge discovery, prove that Lifesavers do indeed spark when chewed and demystify the battles of beetles.

Oh,well, there’s always Fox in Sox.  In the words of that Other Master ~

Very well, then
Mr. Knox, sir.
Let’s have a little talk
about tweetle beetles….

What do you know
about tweetle beetles?
well…

When tweetle beetles fight,
it’s called
a tweetle beetle battle.

And when they
battle in a puddle,
it’s a tweetle
beetle puddle battle.

AND when tweetle beetles
battle with paddles in a puddle,
they call it a tweetle
beetle puddle paddle battle.
AND…

When beetles battle beetles
in a puddle paddle battle
and the beetle battle puddle
is a puddle in a bottle…

…they call this
a tweetle beetle
bottle puddle
paddle battle muddle.
AND…
When beetles
fight these battles
in a bottle
with their paddles
and the bottle’s
on a poodle
and the poodle’s
eating noodles…

…they call this
a muddle puddle
tweetle poodle
beetle noodle
bottle paddle battle.
AND…

Now wait
a minute
Mr. Socks Fox!

When a fox is
in the bottle where
the tweetle beetls battle
with their paddles
in a puddle on a
noodle-eating poodle.
THIS is what they call…

…a tweetle beetle
noodle poodle bottles
paddled muddled duddled
fuddled wuddled
fox in socks, sir!

Fox in socks,
our game us done, sir.
Thank you for
a lot of fun, sir.

OK, Readers, let’s up the Fun Factor. Be the first to correctly answer this question, win a copy of The Cat in the Hat, and I’ll make a donation to NPR.  Good Luck!

In the tweetle beetle battles, what color are the tweetle beetles that are battling?

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Toni 10/10/12

US Military Goes to Jordan, Turkey Warns of Greater Force, Taliban Shoot 14-year Old, China Snubs Japan, Radical Clerics: I Look at the American Dipper as I Yearn for World Peace: A 420 Character, 9-Liner about How to Navigate the High-Gradient, Fast-Flowing Waters of Peace-Making and Food-Finding (from a bird’s point of view, but apt, I think)

I want peace in our time;

not an impossible task, but tricky, calling for novel moves,

like those of the American Dipper,

a chunky bird I spied in a swiftly moving Yosemite stream.

It walks and swims the stream bottom catching food.

ADs survive the cold water with a low metabolic rate,

extra oxygen-carrying capacity in its blood, and a thick coat of feathers.

Impossible feats require tricky moves.

Likewise for peace.

PATTY  10/10/12

PS from John Muir: “He is the mountain streams’ own darling, the humming-bird of blooming waters, loving rocky ripple- slopes and sheets of foam as a bee loves flowers, as a lark loves sunshine and meadows. Among all the mountain birds, none has cheered me so much in my lonely wanderings, — none so unfailingly. For both in winter and summer he sings, sweetly, cheerily, independent alike of sunshine and of love, requiring no other inspiration than the stream on which he dwells. While water sings, so must he, in heat or cold, calm or storm, ever attuning his voice in sure accord; low in the drought of summer and the drought of winter, but never silent.” (from Muir’s Mountains of California)