Thursday, November 21, 2013

LAWS THAT HAVE BENT THE MIND

 

     The earliest law still preserved is that developed by Hammurabi, the ruler of Sumeria, about 2,000 years before the advent of Christ. Hammuarabi's code set forth a complete written system of law. But it wasn't universal, of course. Napoleon, ruler of France, also set up a later code of law - called Code Napoleon, also still working - which was a far greater triumph than the results of his battles.
     But in many places, like in the Isle of Man, laws dating back to the 7th century were merely handed down by word of mouth. In other places laws were merely what the current ruler, off the cuff, said they were. Calanus, a Greek leader suffering from colic, for instance, passed a law banishing all stomach aches from the Empire for a year.
     In the ancient kingdom of Pegu, even the slightest offense noted by the king was cause for any official to be laid on his face in the broiling sun, in front of the palace, with a heavy beam across his back. The length of the sentence was indeterminate.
     Korean King Kija, tired of settling family squabbles and tradesmen fighting, compelled his subjects to wear hats with large clay brims. This was his idea for preventing bodily contact during quarrels.
     Zaleucus, a strict legislator of Locri, Greece in 660 B.C., ordered his own son blinded for a criminal offense. When the populace appealed for mercy, Zaleucus spared his son one eye, but fulfilled the letter of the law by destroying one of his own eyes.
     Blue Law Solutions
     The laws in most places today are passed by elected bodies of one sort or another to fit and fix some sort of problem seen by that body. Perhaps the worst fit-and-fix was the South African 1960s ban on a book titled "Rape of the Earth", which was later discovered to deal with soil erosion.
     So many laws have been passed for so long everywhere that some get old and forgotten. Those, often remaining on the books years beyond their useful lives, are called "blue laws". For example, in California rarely, if ever, does a driver get hauled in for shooting a whale from his car. But that was on the books from 1972 for some 25 years.
     Citizens  in one early-day Greek city had the solution to curtail such dead files, though their solution might be considered a bit heavy-handed today. Its politicians who proposed new laws did so with a noose around their necks. If their laws failed to pass, they were hanged. The Greek historian Diodorus Siculus also reported another solution, where an advisor to the state in India was permitted three errors. Following the third he was banished from public life.
     But blue laws are wonderful to browse and wonder at - wondering what in the world led to them since they make no sense in the present time and place. For example, a local law in Nova Scotia's Londonderry once made it illegal for a farmer to be seen in public "riding an ugly horse". Figure that one out.
     Law, if nothing else, should be logical, one would think. But even logic can be bent out of shape on occasion. Take the case of Michel Depre, 34, who caught his wife in bed with another man. Due to Gallic honor code in such matters, Michel took up a knife, but only wounded her paramour as he exited the premises.post haste. So what happened? Depre was arrested, fined $60 and given a one-month suspended sentence. It was then his lawyer told him about Article 234 of the French Criminal Code, which extends official sympathy for the crime passionnel. The simple wounding, it seems, showed he was not seeking, at whatever cost, to defend his honor and his home. Had that been the case, and he had killed the man, he would have saved himself $60.
      A young French lady named Marie-Ange also became embroiled in an unusual law. She refused to change her name, even though the law at the time stipulated transsexuals, which she admitted being, were only allowed to use three names: Claude, Camille or Dominique.
    The Fascists in Italy passed a 1931 law for the compulsory arrest of anyone wearing a mask or disguise in public. Originally aimed at political conspirators, it was still on the books and 0used in the early 1970s  for a crackdown on transvestites in Rome.
     Islamic law, as portrayed in Sana, Yemen,  has always been hard on humanity's offshoots too. There it required that a man convicted of homosexuality be thrown from the highest point in the city. But when 60-year old Ahmed a-Osamy, a municipal employee, was arrested, the court thought of throwing him from an airplane, since no building in town has high enough to kill him. That was found to be too expensive, so they decided he should be beheaded instead. When the executioner didn't show up on time, however, the judge asked Ahmed if he would consent to being shot instead. He nodded and a police officer executed him in the main square before 6,000 viewers.
     More recently (1982) the city council of Tropea, Italy, passed a law governing nude sun bathing at city beaches, limiting full exposure to "young women capable of exalting the beauty of the female body". It had been passed to discourage tourists from cultivating total tans, but it lasted only ten days before stouter local females stormed an acrimonious special hearing and forced cancellation. It turned out to be against national anti-discrimination laws anyhow.
     Paparazzi, working for Paris Pin-Up Magazine, were taken to court for snapping nude beach goers without permission. A Paris court ruling was a bit of a surprise, stating: "The photographic artist has the same right to make studies of the harmonic forms of the human body as the painter, sculptor or engraver, as long as they are done without an intent of immorality or obscenity".
     Peeping-tom paparazzi have been a pain to control for a very long time. It's reported the Persian tyrant Nadir Shaw (1688-1747) had perhaps the best cure-all for their problem. He punished a peeping tom by giving him the Shah's entire harem to care for - 33 wives!
     Sometimes superstition may have had something to do with the passing of one old English law. That's about the only thing that makes sense of the law that required a suicide "to be buried near a crossroads at midnight without religious rites".
     And sometimes the law just seems frivolous, like in the 1890 Stockholm, Sweden court case. A man, in desperate need for money, sold the ownership of his body after death to the Royal Swedish Institute of Anatomy for dissection study. Twenty years later he inherited a fortune and tried to buy back that contract. The institute wouldn't sell and the court backed it up. And because two of the man's teeth had been extracted without its permission, the institute requested and was awarded damages.
   
   
   

Thursday, October 24, 2013

LECTURERS VERSUS LISTENERS

     What is going on in the mind of listeners to lecturers, and vice versa? 

LECTURERS (from the viewpoint of  listeners):

The Sleep Walker: Is it possible his psychoanalyst forgot to bring this somnambulist out of his hypnotic trance at their last session? His monotones bore into listeners the same doped expression seen on sun-drugged toads.
Reactions:
     *What a great bedtime story teller this guy would make!
     *I wonder where he gets his barbiturates.
     *Guess I'll skip this one next time.

The Athlete: He strides about the room throwing his body into great contortions of masculine posing, waving his arms, pounding the desk to drive his points home. Tomorrow no one will remember a thing he has said because they were too engrossed in watching his calisthenics.
Reactions:
     *Oh, yeah, that's the one, the "pose that refreshes"! 
     *If you need the men's room, man, it's down the hall on the left.
     *Guess I'll skip this one next time.

The Comedian: He stops every few moments to look at his notes, snickers slyly to himself, then continues with a chicken grin on his face. This leaves listeners sitting on the edge of their seats, but the funny part never comes.
Reactions:
     *Okay, you laid it, now cackle!
     *You didn't used to write for TV sit-coms, did you?
     *Guess I'll skip this one next time.

The Star Gazer: He examines his fingernails, looks down at his shoes while wiping them on the backs of his pantlegs, speculates on the ceiling, stares out the window. He looks everywhere but at the listeners.
Reactions:
     *Well, you're not so easy on the eyes yourself!
     *I'd be embarrassed too if I didn't have more to say than that!
     *Guess I'll skip this one next time.

The Town Crier: He makes himself heard through listeners' ennui by shouting. But it seems to be all bark and no "bite"! 
Reactions:
     *Sir, you raise your voice when you should reinforce your arguments!\    
     *Oh, tie up, Jack, my hangover is killing me.
     *Guess I'll skip this one next time.

Delirium Tremens: This lad can't keep his hands still. He winds his watch, twirls his Fybate key, straightens papers on his lecturn, holds his watch to his ear and stares at it as if it has let him down, and so on and on ad infinitum.
Reactions:
     *I agree, pal, It's one helluva long lecture.
     *Wonder who he has the heavy date with. She sure must have trouble with those hands.
     *Guess I'll skip this one next time.

LISTENERS (from the viewpoint of lecturers):

Sleight-of-Mind: That one is drowning in a sea of education . Eyes are glazed, mouth is open trapping flies, breathing is hard as though in pain. No one is sure, in fact, that he hasn't been dead for some time.
Reactions:
     *Must be Monday all over again.
     *There must be an easier way to make a living!
     *Maybe I'd do better working with the mentally retarded. (Maybe I AM working with the mentally retarded!)

The Jitterbug: That kid must have ants in his pants. He twitches, he squirms. Step right up, ladies and gents, see the boy with the reflexes of a worm.
Reactions:
     *I hope you don't wear anything out squirming around in your seat like that.
     *Maybe it's some kind of new mating dance.
     *Oh, the money I could make on the carny circuit with this bunch of freaks!

The Lady Politician: Is she coming up here to polish the apple again? I note she's in a front row seat again too, with her skirt riding about C-level. Get over yourself, girl!
Reactions:
     *Forget it, sweet lips. I'm young enough to remember, but old enough to know better.
     *Okay, smile. So you got your own teeth. Just wait ten years!
     *Why oh why, didn't I go into the ministry like mother wanted?

The Eager Beaver: She writes everything down, even the jokes. Maybe she'll get them later. She must be practicing her shorthand. At least she'll get something out of the course that way.
Reactions:
     *Notes to you, too, chicken little.
     *Watch me bring her out of her trance by working the word "sex" into the next sentence.
     *Why do you come to class? Why not just send your tape recorder?

The Good-time Charlie: Our resident lady killer is sporting Brut lotion today. Must have bathed in it because I smell it clear up here. Looks like he pitched a bitch last night again, too. His hands are shaking so much his notes will look like hieroglyphics. And he hasn't moved his head since he sat down. Must hurt a lot.
Reactions:
     *That must be what is meant by "school ghoul" complexion.
     *I'll bet he never gets a haircut, just an oil change.
     *Why, in all that is holy, didn't we both stay home today and sleep off this lecture?

 The Hero Worshiper: I'm going to teach when I grow up too!
Reactions: 
     *In His infinite wisdom the lord would not allow it, I'm sure.
     *I'm sure you have just said that for effect but, just the thought of it makes me wonder where I went wrong.
     *By the time you're ready to teach it will be outmoded. Students will probably step into a telephone booth, be bombarded by audio-visual programs and step back out with a sheepskin.
    

PUN FUN

     It's been said puns are lowest type of humor on the laugh meter. But I'll still bet you get some chuckles out of the bunch collected here.

I tried to catch some fog. I mist.

When chemists die, they barium.

Jokes about German sausage are the wurst.

A soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned
veteran.

I know a guy who's addicted to brake fluid. He says he can stop any time.

How does Moses make his tea? Hebrews it.

I stayed up all night to see where the sun went. Then it dawned on me.

This girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club, but I'd never
met herbivore.

I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. I can't put it down.

I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words .

They told me I had type A blood, but it was a type-O.

This dyslexic man walks into a bra.

I didn't like my beard at first. Then it grew on me.

A cross-eyed teacher lost her job because she couldn't control her pupils?

When you get a bladder infection, urine trouble.

What does a clock do when it's hungry? It goes back four seconds..

I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me!

Broken pencils are pointless.

What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus.

England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool.

I used to be a banker, but then I lost interest.
I dropped out of communism class because of lousy Marx.

All the toilets in London police stations have been stolen.

Police say they have nothing to go on.

I took the job at a bakery because I kneaded dough.

Velcro - what a rip off!

You Know It's Going to Be a Bad Day When.....

YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE A BAD DAY WHEN.....
...the bird outside your bedroom window, that woke you up, is a vulture.
...your bed companion rolls over and asks. "Who are you?"
...you put your bra accidentally on backwards...and it still fits.
...You turn to put on the rest of your clothes and there aren't any.
...you absent-mindedly try to fit both contact lenses into the same eye.
...your pet rock sneers at you in the mirror as you are putting on your makeup.
...you make a donation for the Red Cross while shaving.
...your car horn gets stuck on the way to work, while driving behind a group of Hell's Angels bikers.
..you find the TV crew from "60 Minutes" waiting outside your office.
...you get to work only to have a co-worker tell you the hem of your dress is tucked into the back of your pantyhose.
...your boss tells you not to bother to take off your hat.
...your e-mail includes a notice your Internal Revenue payment check has bounced.
...you call your answering service and they don't answer.
...you call your twin sister and find she has forgotten your birthday.
...the frosting on the birthday cake your co-workers have arranged for melts from the heat of all those candles.
...you call the number a friend has given you for a blind date and it turns out to be your ex.
...you call the Suicide Prevention Hotline and they put you on hold.
...you turn on the TV news to find they are showing emergency routes out of the city.

And so you decide you have nothing more to lose by leaving, no matter what the emergency is!

METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING

     Metaphors are part of the writer's arsenal. But anyone can have fun thinking them up. The most common one that usually comes to mind is "Faster than a speeding bullet", taken from the Superman introduction.
    Try your image-making skills by adding to the following ones for "Faster than..."

FASTER THAN...
...a chain smoker's light-up in the morning.
...a bald man's comb-out.
...a politician's handshake.
...a six-year old can get dirty.
...a mother's sympathy.
...a waitress can pick up a $5 tip.
...a minute lube job on you car.
...the horn on the car behind you when the light turns green.
...a teenager's change of crushes.
...a gigolo's wink.
...a new puppy can cuddle.
...the neighborhood gossip.
...a Don Rickles put-down.
...an anteater's tongue.
...a pricked balloon's pop.
...a doctor's bill arriving.
...a lawyer's plea bargain.
...a sports announcer using a cliche.
...a rookie referee's whistle.
...a National Football League punter falls down when touched by a line rusher.


Wednesday, September 25, 2013

HIS AND HERS

     Teen agers often like to have his' and her's matching this or that, like matching bracelets with each others names on them, or matching T-shirts with her wearing one labeled "His" and him wearing one labeled "Hers" and so on. But recently I read about this cute practice being turned up a notch. A Manhattan designer named Ben Kahn was offering matching "his" and "hers" fur coats in Nutria or Black Seal for $2,000 each. Topping that, Nieman-Marcus of Dallas featured his and hers bathtubs, at $4,000 each, and black willow Minks at $50,000 each. There were, regretfully, "Sold out" signs on other models costing $75,000.
     These examples haven't exactly started a trend, but there have been a number of other unusual his-and-hers items noted in the media...enough to see that the theme has caught onto the public fancy. For example, in Lawndale, Maryland, a car was noted with the names of opposing political candidates on opposite sides of the rear bumper. One candidate had "His", the other "Hers", under them.
    Another report had a European made station wagon with flag decals on the side windows. One side sported an Irish one marked "His" and the other side had a French one marked "Hers". Awhile later the reporter noted the addition of  American flag decals alongside them. It seems the owners had become American citizens.
    In Malibu, California, there were a pair of Cadillacs noted with license plates "His" and "Hers". "He" got the special plates after she garnered a dented fender on "hers". A Portsmouth couple, with matched Porsches, smilingly reported he parks his in front of their house and she parks hers in back, giving them both "a front Porsche and a back Porsche".
     Where but in Southern California would you find his and hers auto accidents? The wife comes home distraught and relates to her husband that a car banged into her from behind at a stop sign. Then he tells her he had his car banged into also, while waiting for a car ahead to make a left turn. Discussion turned up the fact that both accidents happened at 4 PM. at intersections of Beverly Boulevard.
     In Bismarck, ND, a home-planning husband devised what he considered a realistic garage. On one door of the double garage he painted "His" and on the other, which was two feet wider, he painted "Hers".
     Then there was the bachelor apartment sporting a pair of towels racked in the bathroom labeled "His" and "To Whom It May Concern". While, in another household, with kids, were three towel racks. One was "His", a really clean, neat one was "Hers" and a scruffy, dirty one was "Theirs". Another household with kids also had three towel holders: "His", "Hers" and a huge bath towel labeled "Little League". Next to these was one more rack- holding a fancy embroidered towel - labeled "Hands off", for guests, of course. Adding a bit of humor was the politician who threatened to put up towels in the State House loo labeled "Hems" and "
Haws".
     The bedroom of a model home in Bayside, NY reportedly had three closets, on which the male realtor had attached temporary signs stating: "His", "Hers" and "Probably hers also".
     Behind a duplex, where a young male lived in one half and a young female lived in the other half, there were two trash cans. The male, embarrassed by garbage men jibes about all the feminine product packages in their garbage, painted "His" on his can. She, no less embarrassed by all the booze bottles and beer cans in his, then painted "Hers" on hers.
     Perhaps the cleverest advertising clone was the magazine subscription company hyping two-subscriptions for the price of one - His and Her magazine choices. But the most useful item of all has to be the Party Blanket sold by Collegiate Hall of Warren, Ohio. The blanket is ideal for everything from beach parties to the big game, with two quilted triple pockets for keeping hands warm and stowing bottles of good cheer. Available with either "Jack" and "Jill" or "His" and "Hers" embroidered on the twin pockets.
     Varied entrepreneurs at various times have jumped onto the his-and-hers merchandising gimmick with gusto. A hair stylist in Los Angeles was touting his and hers curlers for sale. A Bucks County, Pennsylvania man named Don Kooker started marketing his and hers walking sticks in 1967, hand crafted from highly polished walnut, topped with a sterling disk bearing the Kooker coat of arms and with buyers initials included: $45. The Wanderlust and Woodland Nymph sticks measured 37, 34 or 31 inches in length, while the He-Man Staff, the Stallion Stick and the Sire's Scepter measured.46, 43 and 40 inches respectively. Eventually they were selling in U.S. stores like Saks Fifth Avenue, Neiman-Marcus and Abercrombie & Fitch and one was bought by none other than noted walker Queen Mum Elizabeth of England.
     The Industrial Savings Bank of Flint, Michigan, some years back, introduced his and hers bank vaults. According to ads the 432-square feet "hers" vault was suitable for "gems, silver and gold, stocks, cash and other personal mementos". The 1,054-square feet "his" was suitable for storing small personal collections of "art, antique automobiles, firearms and cash". Just the thing for pre-nup couples.
     Not every merchandising brainstorm works, of course. Firestone once (in the 1960s) toyed with the idea of auto tires with flowered sidewalls. Tires for men would feature a wide, bold tread, while those for women would be fashioned with colored studs in the tread and a flowery sidewall stripe. Never got out of the experimental stage, though.
     Another failure was the Italian Fiat Vanessa 850 prototype auto in 1966. It featured violet interiors, a turntable driver's seat for easy entrance and exit, an elegant cosmetics bag within easy reach, along with a multitude of practical features, like safety belts for children, a rear window designed to open so a shopper could remove groceries easily from the back seat, and the trunk divided into various storage compartments. Men didn't go for the violet boudoir look and, as it turned out, women did not especially want an "exclusively feminine" car.
     I would be lax if I didn't mention that other his-and-hers pairing necessary in every booze palace. The Onaway Bar in Washington, owned by a fancier of bird dog, has its toilets labeled "Pointers" and "Setters". He says some people will stand and look at those doors for five minutes before they figure out which one to open.
     When the newer Atlanta Braves baseball stadium construction was not quite complete by opening night, temporary signs,  "Braves" and "Squaws", were mounted on toilets.Complaints were numerous. Not as numerous as the quizzical queries arising at a Bedfordshire, England factory being built that had three similar doors in a hallway marked "Ladies", "Gentlemen" and , between them, one labeled "Experimental".
   

Monday, September 23, 2013

A MOTHER-IN-LAW RANT

     My mother-in-law and I never got along.
     When she came to visit all I thought of was just another mouth to heed. Most people who think the art of conversation is dead have to sit in a movie audience to find out how wrong they are. But not me. My mother-in-law gets up first thing in the morning, brushes her teeth, then sharpens her tongue.
     She's a woman of a few (thousand) words - a born controversationalist.. In her case, whoever named it small talk was a poor judge of quantity. If exercise eliminates fat, I don't understand what she is doing with a double chin.
    She's a chain talker, lighting one sentence right off the spark of the last. I think it is nice to be able to hold a conversation, but I think you ought to let go of it now and then too.  She's so wound up in herself that, when she looks out a window she can't see any further than her own reflection. She really keeps our conversations ho-humming. Even when she talks about me, she bores me.
    She doesn't just enter a room, she invades it. Someone warned me that she was outspoken, but they could never name by who. You've heard people arguing pro and con, but her "pro" means her convincing and unanswerable statements, while "con" is the contemptible drivel of the person arguing with her. And she can always back up her logic with readings. She reads a lot, though it's actually only enough to keep her misinformed.
     I think I'd pay money to hear her argue with one of those tobacco auctioneers. It wouldn't make any difference to her if she understood him or not. Once she was hoarse for a week trying to have the last word with an echo. Yet she always says she is willing to meet people half-way. What she means, unfortunately, is that she will admit she's wrong if you will admit she's right.