Showing posts with label Zeitgeist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Zeitgeist. Show all posts

Monday, February 19, 2018

Orwell And Huxley


Neil Postman
(I came across the quote from Neil Postman from his book Amusing Ourselves to Death... I liked it and thought it apropos for our life and times.  Barry R McCain)

“What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egotism.

Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumble puppy.

As Huxley remarked in Brave New World Revisited, the civil libertarians and rationalists, who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny, “failed to take into account man’s almost infinite appetite for distractions.”

In 1984, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure. In short, Orwell feared that what we fear will ruin us. Huxley feared that our desire will ruin us.”

Neil Postman, Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business.  

 

Friday, September 6, 2013

The Corney Creek Philisopher

I was fortunate enough last weekend to enjoy the with and wisdom of Robbie Warner, also known as the Corney Creek philosopher.  Robbie is smoking a Savinelli Tiger Rustic Bent Pipe, one of the better pipes in the Universe.


"How far is the head from the heart? The difference between I believe and I know" (c) Robbie Warner 2013

Saturday, April 13, 2013

The Path of the Gods

Perun
 the gods only go with you if you put yourself in their path. And that takes courage....

Mary Stewart, The Chrystal Cave

Friday, August 24, 2012

Celtic Bronze Age Diet

There is much interest these days in the Paleo Diet (abbreviated from paleolithic diet).  It is also popularly referred to as the caveman diet, Stone Age diet and hunter-gatherer diet.  The diet is a modern nutritional plan based on the diet of wild plants and animals that our ancestors consumed during the Paleolithic era—a period of about 2.5 million years duration that ended around 10,000 years ago with the development of agriculture.  The contemporary Paleo Diet is centered on commonly available modern foods and includes fish, grass-fed pasture raised meats, vegetables, select fruit, fungi, roots, and nuts, and excludes grains, legumes, dairy products, salt, refined sugar, and processed oils.

Not a bad way to drop weight, but cruel in that is does not include God's Gift to man, i.e. drink.  So, in a particularly McCainian way, I have trumped the Paleo Diet with the creation of my Celtic Bronze Age Diet.  

Most people consider me slender, and I suppose I am, but when I arrived at middle age, my weight does try to creep up on me if I do not watch what I eat and drink.  My normal mode of eating tends to be Paleo naturally.  I do not eat sugar for example and I can not eat dairy products.  I have a extreme sensitivity to casein or the proteins in cows' milk, and to a slightly lessor extent to the milk of other mammals.  I love French bread, know how to make it from scratch, but since the age of 40 I learned if I eat bread my belly grows, so I pretty much have given that up as well.

I like the Paleo Diet in concept, but let's face it, as world without ale and beer would be a very sad place indeed, not to mention not being able to imbibe the delicious young wine from Catalunya, René Barbier... which can be had in Oxford for 12 yankee dollars for a 1.5 litre bottle, which ain't bad for this lovely young wine. So I have modified the Paleo Diet, reworked it, into the McCain Celtic Bronze Age Diet.

Because of my work, I know my racial ancestry, ethnicity, etc., I have had Ychromosome, mtDNA, and autosomal DNA tests done on myself.  The McCains are about as Celtic as one can get.  Our family and their migrations hither and you in Europe can be traced via our DNA results.  Circa 10,000 ago we lived in northern Iberia.  Our distant DNA matches are in Galicia, Asturias, Catalunya, and what is now extreme southwest France.  Some time in the Bronze Age 3600-600 BC we migrated to what is now mid Argyll, the parish of Kilmichael Glassary.  We are your typical Atlantic Zone Celts, of the Atlantic Modal.

Bronze Age Celts
 Our people were fit, slim, a warrior people during this time.  Now the diet of our people was very similar to the Paleo Diet, but, some grains were grown at this time.  A basic bread was made out of oats or barely, like the Scottish and Irish oat bannock, but most of the grain was used to brew beer.  Wine was also very popular with Bronze Age Celts and those that lived on the Atlantic seaboard had easy access to it.

good for the Celtic Ladies also
The Celtic Bronze Age diet then is fresh meat, sausage, fish, vegetables, select fruit (such as berries, gala apples), fungi, roots, some oils such as extra virgin olive, and nuts.  For a treat I make up a batch of oat bannocks; they are naturally high protein and low carb, so not bad on your figure.  The Celtic Bronze Age Diet excludes grains, legumes, dairy products, salt, refined sugar, and processed oils.   No breads no dairy. But here is the good part, you can have all the Small Beer (like Miller Lite) you want, and the occasional strong beer, such as Andygator, or Timber Beast IPA, or any good ale (I am very fond of IPAs).  In short you eat like a Celt 3000 BC to 1600 AD.  It will keep you slim and contented. 

oat bannocks;  coarse oat flour, water, pinch of salt, drop of oil

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The Aliens Are Coming Says Nasa

 Nasa says I should worship Al Gore for fear of vengeance from 'green' aliens from planet Beta B. I would like to know is there a bottom to the pit of emotional diarrhea that progressives spew. Think we need the Southern lads with crew cuts, cigars, and slide rules in their pockets, put back in charge; we would already have a Moon and Mars colony if they had been left to run things.  Beta Boys run amok throughout the Federal government and now infest Nasa. 

Thursday, December 30, 2010

More County Antrim Winter


Two more photos from Nevin Taggart, a friend of mine who lives just outside Bushmills, in north County Antrim. I have been to north Antrim several times now. My McCain family lived there just before they emigrated from Ireland to Colonial America in 1718. I still have kinfolk there that I have visited, it is a very nice place.

Winter In Ireland

There is also great beauty in the very cold winter this year. Here are a few photos from north County Antrim, Ireland. Enjoy lads and lassies. The trick is to be in your own home with a glass of cheer and a warm fire, and several good friends near. Merry Christmas.




The last photo is of Nevin Taggart, who took the photos above.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Father Christmas

I will post more on Father Christmas, i.e. Santa Claus, in the next few days as time allows. Prior to the, oh I don't know, circa 1880s or so, Santa Claus was Father Christmas, or the Spirit of Christmas, and wore green, not red. He had trappings of the old pagan god, An Dagda, complete with holly (the sacred red and green) and the magic cauldron (the horn of plenty). You will see the real Father Christmas in any good version of Dicken's A Christmas Carol.

Kist o Wurds Link

Here is the link to the BBC Northern Ireland Kist o Wurds page on their main website.

Kist o Wurds

My interview will be available to listen to for six more days. It piece of the small pipe player is also excellent, I really enjoyed it. Kist o Wurds is an excellent program, all the episodes are available to listen to via computer, great way to discover this part of Irish history.

Monday, November 8, 2010

New Madrid Fault Says Hello


New Madrid Fault Areas of Influence

The New Madrid fault line gave us a wee hello yesterday. A magnitude 2.8 earthquake located in southeast Missouri happened yesterday, at 07:11:37 PM (CST). Several years ago, I actually felt my first earthquake. No, not on a visit to California, it was here in Oxford, Mississippi. It is interesting as I knew instantly what it was, even though I had never been in an earthquake before.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Barry's BBC Interview

The BBC did an interview with me today; we did 45 minutes of tape which will be edited down to 25 minutes. I was in a studio on the Ole Miss Campus, they at the BBC studios in Belfast. It was very enjoyable. The name of the show is the Kist O' Wurds program, which focuses on the Ulster Scots community in Ulster. I will post the broadcast time when I find it out.

Focus of the interview was my upcoming book, Finding the McCains, my work with the Ulster Heritage Project, and the Redshanks communities in east Donegal.

A perfect fall day here in Oxford, Mississippi. I am preparing to go to a high school play off game, between Lafayette and North Pontotoc. It will be a excellent game. High school football is more fun to watch for me, than college or pro. Go Commodores...!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

May in Oxford Mississippi



Well, it was uncomfortably warm and humid in Oxford, Mississippi, today. My cats, Piscín and Pangúr, looked like melted licorice on the concrete. That time of year in the Deep South, you know, Faulkner and others rambled on about it, our summers. They are HOT and HUMID. Not good, but there you go, what are you going to do about it? Best to lay in a supply of beer, wine, and selective uisge beatha (that's whiskey for you people out around Pontotoc)... and make the best of it.

The world is weird today isn't it? Greece, that wacko Mexican from Austin, TX, making 'kill the white man' films, terrorists in New York, Volcanoes in Iceland; lads and lassies, that is some seriously weird stuff going down.



This is Him, The Big Guy

But, my tomatoes, squash, and cucumbers are doing fine... the blasted deer have not found them yet that is. Love is still the most important thing in life... now all of you, go to church this Sunday, you owe it to the Big Guy. He's not half bad.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Narnia- Puddleglums Heroic Speech

Perhaps my favourite scene from any book or movie. This is Puddleglum's speech from The Silver Chair. This is CS Lewis at his best and it mirrors our world so exactly.


Wednesday, September 2, 2009

The Beatles

Quite simply, the best musicians of the past several centuries. It is odd, as time pasts, I go back and examine their body of work, and find it many light years ahead of the rest. Let's face it, no one is in their league.