Signs: Habakkuk Print, typography



Largeish Print Bible open to Habakkuk

On the bus, pretty much on RantWoman's preferred Sunday schedule, RantWoman found herself asking God for a sign: worship? Adult Education? Something else.

Scratching the pedestrian path, god said "library. new (sort of) large print Bible. Has it even been catalogued?"

RantWoman found the new Bible still in its plastic covering. RantWoman ripped of the covering and asked God to point out to her where to read.

Habakkuk?

From Habakkuk chapter 1, message manglement, visual ambiguity

Behold the law is stacked? or the law is slacked?

We heathen or ye heathen?

Habakkuk 2:2 Autocorrect? death by Spell checker?

Write the vision and make it plain upon the table?

Meaning graffiti the table ? or just write the vision on a tablet?

At this point, God said, RantWoman STOP. You already have what you need, Habakkuk. You do NOT get to nerd out about visual vocabulary exercises. Just GO TO WORSHIP, NOW!

Reading Saturday notes

RantWoman's version of Saturday Night Live, offered partly in response to invitation to share more of her daily vexations. Okay. RantWoman is sharing. RantWoman is unclear how many people actually WANT her sharing. RantWoman is clear to share in her blog and to email links.

It's past time for RantWoman to be ASLEEP. RantWoman is not asleep. Not only is RantWoman not asleep, RantWoman is feeling called to fill the interwebs with tonight's verbal splatter about her experience reading in various formats.

RantWoman convened her monthly Blindness and Low Vision Technology Meetup today. The first technology needing attention was adjustments for new chairs at the friendly Neighborhood Center for Extreme Computing.

Various computer technologies came up. In particular, the work of reading manuals while learning the technology used to read the manual is a recurring theme. RantWoman has to listen practice, repeat. Then RantWoman has to take a break and come back and repeat it. This is a lot more work through a screen reader than it is visually whine.

The Victor Reader Stream came up. The Victor Reader looks to RantWoman a little like a hand grenade, not that RantWoman knows a lot about hand grenades. The Victor reader has tactile buttons for reading audio books distributed by the National Library for the Blind and physically Handicapped. No, RantWoman does not know enough about how to use the Stream to provide the help asked for today. The Friendly Neighborhood Center... does n fact own one, a donation that RantWoman accepted. RantWoman would like permission to take the Stream away from the noise of the Friendly Neighborhood center to test and play with. So far permission to do that has not happened. Grrrr..

Digital Talking Book player: RantWoman ADORES her Digital Talking Book player for terrific tactile buttons, NO SCREEN, and a bunch of other reasons that merit their own post. Books can either be downloaded orrequested on cartridge in WA through the WA Talking Book and Braille library. The NO SCREEN is perfect for bedtime. RantWoman tends to set the reader to read for half an hour, by which time RantWoman is usually though not always asleep.

Read until fall asleep comes with interesting risks.

For awhile RantWoman was reading Bishop Tutu's book on the South African Truth and Reconciliation Commission. Parts of that book definitely should NOT be read at bedtime RantWoman is not sure what it means for he r own psyche that she can fall asleep while reading this, but the images definitely come back in the daytime.

Or consider Breme Brown: she has really interesting speech patterns. She reads her own stuff. She includes lists that are supposed to be helpful mnemonics  and article references. Almost pointless if not able to write down or find easily. In other words more work than RantWoman should attempt at bedtime.

RantWoman has posted before about Bibles. Here is today's Light.
Recently RantWoman visited a store called Sight Connection now in a new location of Aurora  in N Seattle. RantWoman could write a whole treatise about PENS, her purpose in going there.

The pens that helped find the Bible

RantWoman also suggested to someone she knows who both works there and has other topical certifications that it would be AWESOME to put cane-friendly directions from the nearest bus stop(s) on the website. But the important thing for this blog:

Most important RantWoman also scored a "Giant Print" King James Bible which she has already donated to her Meeting's library. RantWoman will appreciate KJV for poetry though not contemporary concepts. RantWoman was so happy to put her hands on a book without waiting around for mail order that RantWoman can just cope. RantWoman may also still think about options for other editions and even bigger print, but here's to initiative.



Holy Bible, "Giant" print

Odor Itinerary and Olfactory annunciations

Bless us oh Lord for RantWoman has been called to add to her daily olfactory itinerary.

Most days RantWoman trundles along fine with average pleasurable cooking smells, occasional recognition of people because of their lingering tobacco smoke, and the disagreeable daily immersion in weed residue RantWoman did NOT vote for when she voted to legalize weed. Today however, RantWoman's olfactory menu includes multiple bonus irritations.

I Won't Wash My Hair Friend has kindly subtracted perfume. RantWoman thinks the I won't wash my hair gesture would not be necessary if said Friend were to get crazy and actually promote TALKING WITH rather than yelling AT RantWoman, but that is another story. RantWoman has no idea whether her olfactory reaction to said Friend was due to hair care products, residual aromas in clothing, sunspots, the Presidential Twitter feed, North Korean missile tests... The point is RantWoman was clear to move.

While fleeing Mysterious Residual Aromas Friend RantWoman fell into a cloud of .... drum roll please...laundry detergent. Mercifully, RantWoman finds the chemical odors more bearable than flowery laundry products. Not THAT Much more bearable but RantWoman had already come in late and moved once and decided just to bear with.

Ahhh, but God was not done with the aromatic annunciations. This was only 9:30 worship.

RantWoman entered 11:00 worship closer to the top of the hour than average. RantWoman walked by the first section where she had been sitting earlier. RantWoman was nearly overcome by a WALL of mutually reinforcing perfume odors. God is RantWoman glad she as a rule does not sit in that section. At least the prevailing aromas were different from the earlier hour.


Comes now Coffee Hour and a conversation with RantWoman about a visit to the other Friend's house. RantWoman mentioned a strong odor of mold somewhere. It's the northwest RantWoman notices mold smells often. RantWoman speaks up about it less often. It turns out that Friend and her husband were trying to track down a small leak in their plumbing. Ugh. RantWoman's nose does not lie.

The rest of RantWoman's day was olfactorily unremarkable until... RantWoman hit the empty elevator in RantMom's building as RantWoman was headed home from Sunday Supper. Talk about perfume overkill. Blecccch!

Thought Bubbles and Memorializing

The question is, would life be better, fuller, richer, more centered in the Light, more rooted n Truth if EVERY thought bubble in RantWoman's head made it out of her mouth?

Consider this moment from an attempt to elder RantWoman:

"(Kindest Editor EVER Friend) rose at 11:55..."

RantWoman thought bubbles:

1. LOOK Friend, Kindest Editor EVER Friend VERY rarely rises to speak. When he does, it does not matter whether it is 5 of or 25 after the hour,. It does not matter whether Kindest Editor EVER Friend just reads from the book of Ephesians or an old telephone directory, we LISTEN!

2. Kindest Editor Ever Friend was speaking of a long friendship with a couple, one of whom died more suddenly than RantWoman and it seems others expected. RantWoman wanted to hear every word Kindest Editor EVER Friend wants to offer.

3. Kindest Editor EVER Friend is of course way more evolved than rantWoman and would never THINK to read as mentioned above.

Now we will return to our main rant streams.

In Light and Faithfulness

RantWoman

More great moments in....

Possibly readers who already have more than enough drama in their lives should grab another look at the Christmas cactuses and skip the rest of this item.  Everyone needs to hold in the Light as they read, prelude to most recent Business Meeting

Christmas Cactuses Week of Nov 27

The following exchange is not dissimilar to actual conversation. PLEASE hold this whole fiasco in the Light.

Dear RantWoman,

(attached please find the item we discussed by phone)

I’ll be out most of the afternoon and evening.

I’d prefer not to hear responses you have until after business meeting.

This is going to be painful, please take good and gentle care of yourself.

Friend who is decidedly not living up to other Noms de Blog.


Response RantWoman is seasoning and given things that actually happened clear to post:

Dear Friend

First, thank you so much for needing RantWoman to call YOU to elicit the above email. . RantWoman keeps reiterating that her phone accepts incoming calls. Thank you also for at least delivering by early afternoon the day before Business Meeting instead of 10 pm. And by the way thank you so much as well for the openness RantWoman hears like nowhere to discussion before this is presented.

RantWoman cannot decide whether just to howl with laughter.

"I’d prefer not to hear responses you have until after business meeting."
Would this be (committee) trying to be in charge? What if we let God be in charge instead?

"this is going to be painful. Please take good and gentle care of yourself." WTDF????? What kind of S&M for Dummies guidebook is RantWoman supposed to find to make sense of that non sequitur? Thank you for acknowledging that you were in fact asking for YOURSELF to be held in the Light.

Thank you also for other great moments from the phone conversation.

RantWoman guesses she is supposed to appreciate your nurse concern to "give the patient as little time as possible to worry when something is going to hurt." In RantWoman's experience, when it is going to hurt to pull pins out of a healed fracture or do physical therapy, RantWoman has been offered painkillers in advance.

RantWoman goes to the eye doctor several times a year. These visits come with an assortment of REALLY BRIGHT LIGHTS, not very comfortable measurements and other joys such as the provider waving their had across RantWoman's face to see whether her eyes track together. No, they don't. Next question. The point is RantWoman knows things are going to be unpleasant and RantWoman shows up anyway. RantWoman knows many other people deal with even more unpleasantness on a regular basis and this conversation's nurse thing is just not making sense.

Yep. You SHOULD feel publicly eldered by email. RantWoman POSSIBLY could have somehow found kinder delivery, but the out in public part is also though not worded as such a big fat  PLEASE HOLD US IN THE LIGHT to our whole community.

In Light and Faithfulness

RantWoman

PS. Ordinarily RantWoman would reiterate a willingness to sit in  a clearness process with others who are distressed, but RantWoman would like to suggest that you have too much anger yourself to be able right now to sit in Clearness with others. RantWoman has no idea what to do with that problem but is firmly holding it in the Light.

What if the US just hired the North Korean Rocket Scientists?

Some days RantWoman's penchant for peculiar mental excursions just should not be let out in public.

More in a moment.

First, RantWoman's Christmas cactuses always make her absurdly happy. Hence a recurrence of this week's photo.



Christmas Cactuses Week of Nov 27

Now back to our program. Congress is trying to pass the most outrageous bill ever perpetrated by the plutocrats holding sway over the Republican party. Congress is trying simultaneously to increase military spending and slash social programs. Between the State Department losing over 60% of its career ambassadors, and whatever rumors of Rex Tillerson's exit as Secretary of State mean, nothing good is happening at the State Department, just when we need MORE diplomacy, not less.

Also, this week North Korea launched ANOTHER missile. This is getting old, and the thought of a desperate parasite infested starving soldier defecting does not help: if a member of the military is in that bad shape, imagine the rest of the population. But Hallelujah: the missile they launched could be launched at a different angle and ... Don't panic. DO NOT Panic.




Now back to our program. Congress is trying to pass the most outrageous bill ever perpetrated by the plutocrats holding sway over the Republican party. Congress is trying simultaneously to increase military spending and slash social programs. Between the State Department losing over 60% of its career ambassadors, and whatever rumors of Rex Tillerson's exit as Secretary of State mean, nothing good is happening at the State Department, just when we need MORE diplomacy, not less.

Also, this week North Korea launched ANOTHER missile. This is getting old, and the thought of a desperate parasite infested starving soldier defecting does not help: if a member of the military is in that bad shape, imagine the rest of the population. But Hallelujah: the missile they launched could be launched at a different angle and ... Don't panic. DO NOT Panic.

This afternoon's dance of despair on Facebook took RantWoman's internet streams toward...Tom Lehrer. At first RantWoman was thinking about how quaint the lyrics are: a whole bunch more countries have nuclear weapons. The world's population is more than double what it was when the song was written. Lots of flavors of war are perking along quite nicely BUT at least we have not so far turned the whole planet into a cinder.

RantWoman is not quite up to the task of updating the song for example with references to North Korean dictator Kim Jun Un, but mention of the US swooping up a rocket scientist formerly employed by a truly odious dictator does fill RantWoman's head with weird ideas about how to save money: just hire the North Korean missile development team. They are obviously getting the job done for a whole lot less money than the Pentagon spends on its military hardware. It would be very Trumpian just to hire them and replace those overpaid folks from the US.

And if US spending priorities continue in the direction they seem to be headed the North Koreans could soon  feel right at home.  :-(((

Eye contact--or not--in times of crisis

RantWoman Early Christmas present of the week.


Christmas Cactuses Week of Nov 27

RantWoman wants to express gratitude for this facebook post and for the flow of comments under it. RantWoman could request permission of the original poster and could then use her name. OR RantWoman can just deeply appreciate both the words and the generosity of Likes for RantWoman needing to have a small tantrum about the subject of eye contact in times of crisis.


"You know how when your flight is especially bumpy or the airplane is making unusual noises, you look around and think, Well, I guess these are the people I'm going to die with, I hope they're decent people and we can all go down together giving each other what little comfort and solidarity there is in this disaster?

 "Yeah, some days that’s how I feel about all you guys. Or the people I walk past on the sidewalk, or, you know, all the humans on Earth in December 2017. Probably we’ll get through the turbulence and maybe we’ll land with just some bruises after the main engine falls into the ocean, but just in case, let’s make meaningful eye contact for a second."

RantWoman's offering:
How about may we each offer each other heartfelt acknowledgment of our shared existence even if we have to have really good tantrums to do it? I CANNOT offer meaningful eye contact. My eyes do ALL kinds of things they are not supposed to and if meaningful eye contact is required I am just going to have to have a really spectacular tantrum. But if we can make each other laugh or extend a hand or share a hug or just shake our heads together in shock and disbelief and horror and humor and whatever else shows up....

In Light and Faithfulness

RantWoman