Good morning! Please check out google's doodle honoring Tamara Lempka, or Tamara de Lempicka, or however you wish to butcher a good Polish name. Say what you will about art in general, her work was striking and spare, yet wonderfully balanced, IMHO. I knew about her *before* today's doodle (duh, Polish) but it's nice to see her get a bit of attention. "The Blue Virgin" by Lempicka was framed on my great-grandmother's wall --- by way of framing a reprint of th eimage in what we think was a gallery pamphlet. It's not large, obviously, but it's a lovely painting, but my favorite is "A Polish Girl". It combines a lot that, to me, said my mom's family's female members. Minus the seriously blonde curls. Yeah, no. It was always understood she was a girl at church, during May, with her devotional in hand, but her eyes drifting to the outdoors beyond the church window. Don't ask me why my family had that interpretation, but that's what we had. Anyway, Lempicka was an early 20th century figure --- between the 2 world wars --- and while Polish, was living in France or the US.
Weird fact: The word rubric (which means heading on a document) derives from a Ltin word for *red*. Meaning the ink in which it would be written or marked in some way.
A rubric is also known now as "a rule". What's odd to me about that is what it implies. You just looked at headings and followed *those*?! Eek. (I know, I know, it's just how my brain works now and then.)
For example, there's no relation between the German word for hot-humid and the Hebrew Sheol, but they seem superficially similar. (Schwul, with an umlaut, incidentally, = hot-humid weather, I'm told. By a German friend. No umlaut, it's slang for a homosexual person, and not too nice. Neither is related to UK slang "swole", for "swollen-headed"/"egotistical"/"showoff", typically male, sometimes one who has become very buff and sometimes not, apparently. I just ask my remoter in-laws for translations. Seriously, I heard "swole" and thought, "OK, in remote Appalachia, that's past tense for 'swell'. WTF?"
Anyway, no relations between all those words, despite appearances. Ironically, the German words comes from Old English, and Modern English has no equivalent, and nobody's even sure where the heck SHeol came from, except it shows up in Hebrew Old Testament, and scholars can't agree on it.
Speak of words we can't agree on... Did you know that in this modern age, you have to agree 100% or you are in fact 100% against whatever the other person has said/alleged? I had no idea. No wonder I suck at the internet! ... For example, Person A states, "All men are evil." Person B states, "Not all men are evil." Person A promptly replies, "Your statement is invalid." Ummm... Can Person B have a chance to explain things like, "Every rule has its exceptions, and some men are good people, and here's examples." Nope. All or nothing. Seig Heil or Auschwitz, as my grandfather would say, but much less politely. (We're not remotely Jewish, but Catholics died too. Family, in fact. Priests, actually. *sigh*)
Don't ask me why I'm thinking in these sicrlce. Cir cles. Whatever. Loops. There. I can type that. I got four hours of sleep before the wig-wag weather pain woke me. Rainy and stormy and maybe-maybe-not all freaking week and I'm feeling it in every fiber that has fibro.
Every day of the week has a flower. Today's is lavender. You're welcome for that useless tidbit.
And on that note, there's a damn dog in the back yard. FML. Not the dachshund. Anyone know anyone who is missing a white shepherd? I know where that dog lives, why is it in my back yard? I have a six-foot-high privacy fence (also to keep out things like... deer, dogs, etc.) She's just lying there, like, "Hi!" right on the bench. This is surreal. I mean, okay, a dachshund can squirm through the cat-entry hole in the fence, but this dog had ot have climbed over. RinTinTin style. Lassie-GO-Home. Cats don't seem bothered, but they're on the porch, safely screened in. Dog is just... sitting there. Off we go Alexis-the-Acrobatic-Canine.
I'm the only person I know who owns no dogs but has three dog leashes and collars on hand.
Yesterday was my oldest brother's birthday. Not Big Bro, whose death sent me into a psychotic tailspin early in 2017, but the older brother who was so severely damaged that no one in the family doubted he would kill someone some day. We were all kinda proud of him when the life he finally took in 1982 was his own and he took that life peacefully by falling asleep under a running car's...
To run a 100 degree temp with respiratory infection and uti?I've been on antibiotics since Tuesday and it feels like my low grade fever came on Thursday night and is getting worse.