The Wednesday Hodgepodge is courtesy of From This Side of The Pond.
A couple of nights ago, I happened across some comedy barbershop quartet groups on Facebook ... and I can't seem to stop watching them. I never sang barbershop, but I sang a lot in high school with the high school choirs (who sang acapella a bunch), and it brought back a lot of fine memories. How I miss tight harmony ...
I wish I could say there was anything I was really 'squirreling away'. So much of what I seem to be doing right now is simply reacting to the moment in front of me.
I love cooked apples (in just about any form); I can't stand raw apples (in just about any form). I don't know enough about varieties to be able to pick one.
I don't really know of any of those places, other than Michigan's UP, of course. By default, I'd pick that one, though I'm sure the others would be lovely.
While generally I'm of a fairly libertarian mindset ... this one troubles me. I understand, intellectually, that prohibitions on drug use mostly just encourage it and invite a criminal element into the picture. At the same time, I've seen up-close how marijuana (legally or illegally obtained) has destroyed people's lives.
Michigan has legalized marijuana use for "medical use" only. A friend of mine at church has a son who is now hopelessly addicted to marijuana because an enabler he knows got him diagnosed for "fatigue" (who isn't tired these days?) and got him a prescription for marijuana as an "approved treatment". She had to kick him out of the house as a result, and he's smoking his life away.
The rationalist in me would say that he has the right to throw his life away like that, and we shouldn't deprive him of his right to do so. The compassionate side of me looks at the disaster this kid has become, and the heartbreak in his mother, and can't stand sitting there and doing nothing.
And that hasn't changed much in 30 years. A dear friend of mine in college had a roommate who did the same thing. He was the nicest, straight-laced, moral kid you ever knew. A couple of friends in the dorm got him to try smoking mariquana as a joke, and he never came down from the high --- he quit going to class, he started acting out against everyone, he became violent. Eventually his dad had to come and physically remove him from campus. I often wonder whatever happened to him.
I don't know how to balance out freedom of choice against the destructiveness of mind-altering drugs. Force me to pick a side, and I'll vote to criminalize marijuana use, because I've seen how it destroys people. But I have no good response to the rational arguments in favor of legalization.
Normally, I need to start from the beginning. Unless it's a movie/TV show I've seen before.
I know it's a rule, but, dagnabbit, I can't deal with the rule that says that if you end a sentence with a quotation, the final punctuation mark of the sentence goes inside the quotation marks. It just seems wrong.
For other people: it's the use of "its" versus "it's".
I've just now started to see the feature on Facebook where it shows your posts on this date in previous years. For whatever reason, all the posts I was seeing this week were awfully negative. (Well, there is a correlation, as there's a particular event that used to occur this week that would set me off.)
But it's got me thinking about my social media presence. Am I becoming that cranky old man who just complains about stuff all the time? Why can't I "be content whatever the circumstances" (Philippians 4:11)? Lord, have mercy ...