Re: Thanksgiving

"Michael Plant" wrote>

One doesn't do these things for admiration on the Rialto. One does these things because by doing so, one lights a little candle in the darkness. Because one feels a sense of duty to those of our tribe for whom sufferance was the badge.

I am reserving "kishke" for him as the Hebrew word for osculation.

It is hard to fly like an eagle when one deals with so many turkeys.

Leon

Those words are definitely not Hebrew; they are Yiddish.

Schlemiel is also Yiddish.

"Herman Rubin" snipped-for-privacy@stat.purdue.edu> wrote

and then he wrote

I suspect that "Schlemiel is also Yiddish" is indeed the view held by the Statistics Department and of Perdue University. I also suspect that at least one member of that Department thinks at least one other member of the Statistics Department is a schlemiel. And there is also a high degree of probability that at least one member *is* a schlemiel.

Present company excepted, of course.

Leon

From the probability (near unity) that there is at least one schlemiel in the Purdue Statistics Department, one can infer that there is also at least one schlimazl in the department. If you invert the grants coordinator you might get a goniff!

CW

Alternately, ganavim may be lagged variables of the grants coordinator.

Of course, it is also possible that if the grants coordinator is a gonav (as we prefer to transliterate it). I didn't address that possibility since it is irrelevant to my point. I prefer to think (s)he is not, though, having little, if any, knowledge of the facts. Many years ago, a grants coordinator was a member of my shul and he was a gracious, educated, charming man who I felt was honest and dedicated to his work.

I have great admiration and respect for Herman Rubin, but I think he is being overly modest when he says the Statistics Department's views are limited. From the Chairman's window, one can see the vast expanse of the Perdue campus. I will admit the view from the Men's Room is not all that I would want, but we are there for relatively short visits.

What this thread, at this point, has to do with Thanksgiving, escapes me. But so many other things do, too, that I go with the flow.

Leon These views are mine, but you are welcome to stand next to me at the window and share them.

1. The choice of grants coordinators to pick on may have been a sampling error.
2. The view from any statistics department is, of course, skewed.

1. The Purdue stat department can hire an ex-Playmate as a statistical model. However, tenure would not be a good idea.

2. I have respect for Herman, too. However, Leon, your appreciation for econometric/statistical terms lags.

1. Statisticians do it normally. Econometricians do it in multidimensionally.

chsw, not in any way affiliated with Purdue University, or with any university at this time.

Hey I am a schlemiel and I am not Yiddish in fact I am not even Jewish .Its my Goyisha Kopp .I am skippy which means I am from Australia ,no not Austria, Australia .And for you who eat treif we were selling you Americans Kangaroo meat for years as prime Australian Beef, seriously .So remember EAT KOSHER .

During World War II, our Ozzie allies shipped fresh (frozen) meat to us, in the Pacific Theater. Our shipments of "lamb" were easily identified by our country boys as goat meat. You also shipped "stabilized butter" to us in cans. This turned out to be vegetable oil reduced to the consistency of Vaseline.

I have forgiven you, however, because in one shipment of "butter" I found a bracelet someone had dropped. A diamond bracelet. A valuable diamond bracelet. I put a "FOUND" message in a jar and threw it into the Pacific, hoping it would reach the person who lost a 10 carat diamond bracelet. Not receiving a reply, I kept the bauble and upon demobilization, I sold it and bought a car, a house and furniture, putting the left-over money into a saving bond.

Baaaaaaaa. Goat meat isn't bad when stewed. Baaaaaaaa. And stabilized butter is excellent front-wheel-bearing lubricant for Jeeps.

Leon

You're suppose to stew meat from game animals and beasts of burden. However, before stewing it, you should beat it senseless with a tenderizing mallet hammer and then marinate it for a few days.

Dick

You were lucky. We mostly got Spam and baloney.

You also shipped "stabilized butter" to us in

I remember the toothpaste we got, that was made in Australia. It tasted like sheep. The other thing we got from Australia is that the U.S. Army drove on the right (i.e., "wrong") side of the road everywhere west of Hawaii. I finally got used to that, but when I was discharged from a hospital on top of a hill on Saipan, I was ordered to get in the back of an Army truck to take me down to the beach to wait for a ship. I noticed that the driver was a Japanese POW. I sweated all the way down.

Ummm,,, Isn't there a rule / law / regulation / commandment somewhere forbidding one to "beat their meat"???

Probably still beats the mutton the limeys had to eat.

Probably still beats the mutton the limeys had to eat.

Limeys eat mutton because they LIKE mutton. Limeys drink warm beer, resembling urine specimen in color and taste. Limeys wash slightly more frequently than Frogs, but not enough to dispel the pong. Limeys drive on the wrong side of the road -- no matter which side is the "right" side. And Limeys talk funny.

Leon

I believe you're thinking of the agricultural laws. In particular, one must be extremely careful with their sowing stock, making sure never to drop it lest you spill your seed on the ground.

That is not by choice, but because of refrigerators by Lucas, the Prince of Darkness. Lucas has been reputed to have invented the electrical short. This is not true. Lucas did not invent the elcetrical short, they did however perfect it.

Ross Bernheim

Oh, my aching back. You have pushed the "Lucas" button.

That has to be the same Lucas that manufactured the "running lights" for my Morgan Plus4, a car built to test the mettle of the English. Those of us old enough to remember this vehicle will recall the leather strap that held the bonnet cover down, its owl-like front end and the running lights that blinked in Morse code as you rode down the highway, sitting on the right side of the car on the right side of the road, here in the Colonies.

The Lucas dashboard instruments were illuminated, if you can call it that, by what appeared to be fractional-watt lamps that emitted a pale yellow light. One could live with that, but road lights that were undependable were another thing, altogether. There was a Rootes Motors agency in New York and the service manager (a Scot who had no patience with customers) was intrigued by my Morgan when I asked him if he could trouble-shoot the electrical system. He reported that there were no problems. "Perrrrhaps you'd like to get something more moderrrrn," he said, with a gleam in his shifty Caledonian eyes. I traded it to him for cash and a Sunbeam Talbot with leather seats, an elm dashboard and a sun roof. "Bonne chance, Scotty," I thought as I tooled off, anticipating his first after-dark trip.

A bruch on Lucas.

Leon, who had English cars when the English made driving a sport.

Leon

The best English car manufacturers are owned by foreigners: Ford, Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Aston-Martin...

BTW, the Lucas button is sometimes pressed on the automotive NGs I follow. Always by North Americans and it's always followed by bile. I hope I don't have any Lucas parts in my (non-English) car..

DAS

For direct contact replace nospam with schmetterling

Leon wrote:

I had an English Ford (four door) that had an amusing number of weird limitations. Parts (even though it was a "Ford") were hard to come by. I had a return spring on the brake pedal (all mechanical of course no sissy pneumatic or hydraulic braking system for them) that could not be replaced. I finally was able to find a spring (although a trifle flimsy) that looked like it would work. At that point I sold the car to a youngster who was paying for his first car. He cracked it up a week later. I had fun with that vehicle in that in a nice wind it would involuntarily change lanes. My greatest fun was one day going to work (a college about 10 miles from home) the Olds 98 would not start in the subzero morning temperatures. Neither would the Ford. But, by golly, the Ford started when I locked the one position choke on and put my brief case on the gas pedal to hold it half way down and then cranked the little devil with the hand crank located under the hood (er .,. bonnet). Some years later I drove for several years an MGB. Lots of fun and during the summer with the top down on my way to my summer job at Argonne National Laboratory I didn't fell the absence of the AC in the Buick convertible that sat in the garage. However I hated the location of the battery (er ... accumulator?) under the rear seat. The rear seat was a joke. It was even too small for our young daughter. But I liked - in good weather - open cars. The Ford had over 98000 miles on it and used almost as much oil as gasoline but the hydraulic clutch made shifting a breeze. FK