Theo, the coffee-drinking cat, says, “Wake up!”

September 7, 2014 • 4:06 am

Perhaps you remember Theo, the all-black cat whose staff, Laurie and Gethyn, sent us this entry to the Cat Confession Contest:

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If you can’t read it, it says, “My name is Theo and I drink coffee and lick plastic! Really!” His actions and contrition won him a copy of WEIT with a cat drawn in it: a coffee-loving moggie:

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Drawing copyright Professor Ceiling Cat

Yestereday, however, I received a photo of Theo drinking espresso. He apparently doesn’t drink the whole cup, but when Gethyn has espresso, Theo crawls all over his shoulders and lap, desperately begging for the coffee. He finally gets a bit to drink at the end, which he laps up eagerly—and then takes a nap!

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Theo begins getting excited when he hears the beans being ground. Unlike other cats, who run to the sound of a can opener, Theo comes to the grinder!

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And then really gets excited when the espresso is brewed:

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There you have it—a first, and only on this site: the world’s only espresso-drinking cat.

(p.s. Let us not have tut-tutting, as Theo hardly gets any.)

 

 

 

Laura Nyro (reimagined)

September 6, 2014 • 5:13 pm

If you listened to National Public Radio (NPR) this morning, you heard a piece on Laura Nyro, who happens to be one of my favorite popular singers of all time, and someone who, I imagine, is almost completely unknown to anyone born after 1970.  She died young: at 49, and from ovarian cancer, the same disease that killed her mother at the same age. But before that she produced a panoply of songs that have no equal among those by female singer/songwriters (or any modern singer songwriters) except, perhaps, Joni Mitchell.

You should hear the interview, and you can get to it by clicking on the screenshot below.
Screen shot 2014-09-06 at 6.51.20 PMThe occasion of this piece was the issuing of a new album of her song, “Map To The Treasure: Reimagining Laura Nyro“, with people like Yo-Yo Ma, Shawn Colvin, Alison Krauss, and Renee Fleming doing versions of Nyro’s compositions.  It’s a  great group of singers, to be sure, but none of the clips moved me nearly as much as the original versions by Nyro (Krauss’s version of “When I Die,” sung with dobro accompaniment, is promising, though.)

Two bits from the NPR transcription, with host Scott Simon interviewing composer Billy Childs, who organized the new album:

CHILDS: The song [“And When I Die“], as Laura does it, and I think as Blood, Sweat and Tears did it, kind of juxtaposed the heaviness of the lyrics – because they’re really deep lyrics, you know, talking about death and finality – with kind of a celebratory musical accompaniment. And written, I think, when she was like, a teenager like, I think it’s the first song she wrote.

SIMON: Yeah. She was a real prodigy, we should remember.

CHILDS: Yeah. Yeah, definitely. And then I saw a YouTube clip of her playing it by herself on a keyboard. And it had a really decidedly blues vibe to it. So I wanted to kind of explore that. And it turned into like, somewhere between jazz and bluegrass, you know, with Jerry Douglas, you know, including this incredible dobro solo. And I thought if it’s in that direction, Alison Krauss would be a perfect voice to render that.

Here’s the clip Childs is talking about. The video is awful; the music divine. What boggles the mind is that Nyro wrote this song when she was about 18. This video was recorded at a concert in Pittsburgh on June 11, 1994, when she was 46 (the complete show is here).

You owe it to yourself to hear the original recorded version, here, issued when she was twenty. I still can’t hear it without a chill up the spine. How can someone only 18 write something like that?

And here’s Childs’s assessment of her work, with which I completely agree:

SIMON: Maybe it’s just because we were, you know, yoots, when we first heard her music. So what do you do about people who say, Laura who?

CHILDS: (Laughter) I don’t really chastise people for not knowing Laura Nyro. But I really make it incumbent upon them to find out about her because I think she’s one of the most important songwriters, in the mold of Gershwin and Simon and McCartney and Lennon. She’s on that level of songwriters and composers. And actually, when I meet another Laura Nyro fan, it’s almost like a club. It’s almost like, oh, wow you’re in this with me. You feel like you’re in something together because all of her music seems like it’s part of one long interconnected opera. And all of these songs are different scenes from it or acts in it. And when you meet another person who sees that, who has visited that world, you feel connected to them.

Join the club.

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Mongoose takes on four lions—and wins!

September 6, 2014 • 1:45 pm

You think honey badgers are fierce? Have a look at this mongoose taking on four lions. This video was posted to YouTube only four days ago and has garnered nearly 2.8 million views.  I suspect people love a feisty underdog.

The backstory from the Global Post

The honey badger — who, you should remember, doesn’t care about a single thing — is the reigning champion of animal kingdom badassery.

That said, this little mongoose is an absolute gangster of the highest order.

This little guy was chilling in Masaai Mara National Park, Kenya when four lions decided he had a very promising future as their lunch. What they didn’t realize is that mongoose doesn’t care, not even a little bit.

He went full honey-badger on these predatory clowns. Get some, mongoose. Get some.

Thankfully, this fight — one of the greatest underdog victories in the history of animal pugilism — was captured on film by Jerome Guillaumot, a nature photographer. He shot the video in 2011 and it’s just been released.

 

h/t: Barry

Jesus snak-pak

September 6, 2014 • 12:14 pm

At least three readers sent me this, and I guess it’s gone viral. I also can’t vouch that it’s real, but maybe it is.  It looks real, and there’s a reddit thread on it that started yesterday.  But I can’t give it the Professor Ceiling Cat Seal of Authenticity™.

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Well, a bit of Googling lends support to its authenticity, for here is another version from the Celebrate Communion website:

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500 of these for only $94.95. That’s less than 20¢ per dose of our Lord’s body and blood!

What I don’t understand is why, if this is real, it exists. Isn’t Communion supposed to be in a church, with the priest handing out the crackers and wine (or grape juice)? Under what circumstances would you use one of these? In the front lines of the military on Sunday?

 

Rembrandt and anatomy

September 6, 2014 • 10:40 am

by Matthew Cobb

A few days ago (at Jerry’s suggestion!) I highlighted my imminent appearance on Adam Rutherford’s BBC TV series ‘Beauty of Anatomy’, in the episode on Rembrandt. Someone has now uploaded that episode onto YouTube. Watch the episode – not for me, but for Rembrandt and Ruysch, and for Rutherford, who is excellent in this episode.

[JAC: Watch for Matthew, too! He shows up at 12:05 and again at 18:22. I must say that I’ve never seen him this dressed up before! And it is a very good program.]

David Brooks and his weakness for the sacred

September 6, 2014 • 8:59 am

David Brooks, a conservative columnist for the New York Times, is one of the less noxious conservatives on their staff (think of Ross Douthat, for instance). Although he was in favor of our invasion of Iraq, and supported John McCain, he’s also not nearly as anti-Obama as are other right-wing columnists.  I still think, however, that the Times could produce a better stable of conservative columnists—unless good ones simply aren’t out there.

Brooks’s column on Thursday,”The body and the spirit,” looks as if were phoned it; an idea he had—a bad one—that he expanded into the Procrustean bed of his column.  His topic is why Americans are so revolted at the beheading of others, including the two journalists recently beheaded on video by ISIS.  His answer is because the human body is imbued with spirituality—he calls it “sacred”—and beheading degrades that sacredness. But what he’s doing is simply trying to inject religion (in the guise of “spirituality”) into a phenomenon that has other explanations. It’s not irrevelvant, I think, that Brooks is a believer: a Jew.

A few excerpts:

But the revulsion aroused by beheading is mostly a moral revulsion. A beheading feels like a defilement. It’s not just an injury or a crime. It is an indignity. A beheading is more like rape, castration or cannibalism. It is a defacement of something sacred that should be inviolable.

But what is this sacred thing that is being violated?

Well, the human body is sacred. Most of us understand, even if we don’t think about it, or have a vocabulary to talk about it these days, that the human body is not just a piece of meat or a bunch of neurons and cells. The human body has a different moral status than a cow’s body or a piece of broccoli.

We’re repulsed by a beheading because the body has a spiritual essence. The human head and body don’t just live and pass along genes. They paint, make ethical judgments, savor the beauty of a sunset and experience the transcendent. The body is material but surpasses the material. It’s spiritualized matter.

It’s not clear what Brooks means by “spiritual”, but clearly the word “sacred” has religious connotations, as if we had a soul.  In fact, he directly appeals to humans’ metaphysical dualism as a reason for this beheading.

Most of us, religious or secular, have some instinctive sense that there is a ghost infused in the machine. And because the human body is a transcendent temple it is worthy of respect. It is offensive to treat it the way you would treat an inanimate object. Even after a person is dead, the body still carries the residue of this presence and deserves dignified handling.

Where does he get the idea that nonbelievrs think there is a ghost infused in the machine? Has he done a survey? Does he not realize that we secular folks are just as revolted as religious people at seeing this, even though we have no truck with souls or God or sacredness. Perhaps that should tell Brooks that there is an explanation for our revulsion that is more general—one that doesn’t involve the numinous.

My alternative explanation is that beheading is a particularly gruesome and brutal way of killing someone, it is not instantaneous, and there’s a lot of suffering and blood. We have an instinctive revulsion for that kind of killing, perhaps from our evolutionary history. (I do note, though, that in medieval times people loved gruesome public torture and execution, so perhaps some of that revulsion is, as Steven Pinker maintains, a cultural change in morality.) If the state murders someone, we now prefer it to be quick, clean and bloodless. And Americans are much more willing to accept killing if it involves remote drones rather than a bullet in the head by a sniper.  We want to remove ourselves from the gruesomeness of death, but beheading puts us right there with the sawing knives, spurting blood, and gurgling as the victim tries to scream. Further, the severing of the head—the body’s command module and repository of personality and memory—is particularly upsetting because we know that only a few moments before that head was thinking and feeling.

But perhaps Brooks sees the “ghost” only as the memory of humans who once were alive, whose loss we mourn. We secularists treat the dead with respect not, I think, because we see them as having been sacred, but because there were humans: fellow species with which we could once communicate, or whom we liked or love. And now they are gone and all we can do to show our affection or affirm our common humanity is treat their remains with respect.

Brooks goes on to accuse the zealots of having no respect for the sacredness of the body because “physical reality is not important”:

Our revulsion makes us different from the religious zealots who are prone to commit or celebrate acts like beheadings. The zealots often hew to a fringe of their faith that holds that the spirit and the body are at war with each other. They have a tendency to extreme asceticism, to seek to deny themselves pleasures of the living world, to celebrate the next world at the expense of this world, to oscillate between masochistic self-flagellation, when they think they have been sensual, and bouts of arrogant spiritual pride, when they convince themselves they have risen above the senses. It doesn’t matter to them what they do to their enemy’s body, because this physical reality is not important.

Well, maybe he’s partly right here; I think that Islamic martyrs or jihadis might value their earthly existence less than other people, simply because they are so sure that they’ll get Virgins in Paradise. But I’m dubious about Brooks’s take beyond that. There are many Christian sects that do indeed see the body at war with the spirit (Catholicism is one, for instance, as it repeatedly tells people that their corporeal desires are sinful, and so is fundamentalist Protestantism that decries all the pleasures of the flesh). Further, Christian Scientists see the physical world as an illusion.  But none of these sects come close to the kind of brutality of fundamentalists Islam instantiated in ISIS. My view is that they degrade the body of their enemies not because his physical reality is not important, but because they know it will have a particularly horrible effect on their enemies, perhaps terrorizing them into submission and, in the case of the beheaded journalists, forcing America to make concessions. (That doesn’t work.)

In the end—and I’m spending too much time on a column I consider trivial—Brooks goes off the rails completely, taking it upon himself to tell us what “true” religions really are. And, in passing, he admits, without sensing the irony, that ISIS is “spiritual”:

If ISIS is to be stopped, there will probably have to be some sort of political and military coalition. But, ultimately, the Islamists are a spiritual movement that will have to be surmounted by a superior version of Islam.

The truest version of each Abrahamic faith revels in the genuine goodness of creation. These are faiths that love the material world, especially the body. They’re faiths that understand that the high and the low yearn for each other, and that every human body has some piece of the eternal, even if you’re fighting against him.

I love these people who think that they know what the “truest version” of faith is. In reality, I’d say the truest version of, say, Judaism would be the most brutal and misogynistic version, one adhering strictly to the strictures of the Old Testament. Indeed, Christians also take the Old Testament as scripture, too. Have you read Deuteronomy lately? And why is liberal Christianity, which embraces the material world, “truer” than fundamentalist forms of Christianity that abjure dancing, drink, premarital sex, and even coffee? Those “lows” don’t yearn for the highs. As for “every human body having some piece of the eternal,” I have no idea what Brooks means here, unless he thinks we have souls or afterlives. Perhaps he’s speaking metaphorically, but if so is he’s also speaking obscurely.

No, there are no “truer” versions of faith than others. There are versions that are “truer” to their scripture than others, but that’s not how Brooks is construing “truth.” If adherence to scripture were the criterion, the truest versions of Islam and Christianity would be the most brutal. What he means by the “truest” faith is “the faith that I, David Brooks, find most congenial.”

In the end, faith is faith, all of it is based on revelation and wish-thinking, and it’s all a delusion.  Are some delusions truer than others? I doubt it.

 

Caturday felid trifecta: lovestruck lynxes, cat “saves” owner in fire, and my new toy

September 6, 2014 • 6:26 am

I don’t know much about this video except that it was sent by reader Lauren, and shows a cat and a lynx as friends. in a zoo. The YouTube caption says this (readers who read Russian: is the caption the same?):

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I hope the lynx is well fed. . .

Lovestruck lynx #2: its inamorata is a deer! The YouTube notes:

Meet Amira, our white-tailed deer, and Malyshka, our Siberian lynx. Although not raised together, they have visited each other frequently, since Amira runs free on the St. Augustine Wild Reserve grounds in Florida. Every time we take Malyshka out for a walk, this unlikely pair greet each other with loving licks. Of course Malyshka is always on a secure leash just in case, since she does have claws and sharp teeth, and her normal prey in the wild would be a cousin of Amira!
Finally, we have this video of a lynx visiting a home in Anchorage, Alaska, KTUU News, which hosted the video, says only this:

JoAnn Cunningham was relaxing inside her South Hillside home in Anchorage when she looked outside and saw…a lynx? “Luckily my schnauzer and cat were inside at the time,” she says.

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And here, from the Guardian, we have another cat-saves-owner from fire story.  Here’s a video I found showing a report how a cat in Melbourne, Australia (home of Felix and his staff Russell and Jenny Blackford) supposedly saved its owner’s life.

How many of you think that Sally the Cat really was trying to save her owner from the fire, as opposed to simply being freaked out and running to her staff?

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Finally, one of my friends found this online, and sent me the picture. It is a magnetized cat that is supposed to hold paper clips, keeping your desk tidy. Although I eschew paper clips in general, preferring staples, I knew instantly that I had to have it.  Little did I know that when I Googled “pussy magnet” (here’s the search), I would find other stuff that wasn’t what I wanted. I plead naiveté.

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But I did find it on Amazon, where you can get the felid for $10.82.  Wouldn’t this make a great holiday gift for your ailurophilic friends? And it works, too—here’s a demonstration on my desk:

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