Breakfast at the Caesars

{March 6, 44BCE at the home of Gaius Julius Caesar & his wife Calpurnia… it’s morning, in the breakfast room}

CAESAR: What’s this?

CALPURNIA: What does it it look like, Caesar?

CAESAR:  French Toast!  Again it’s French Toast!  I can’t run an Empire on French Toast!  Do you think that Alexander the Great ran his Empire on French Toast?  I don’t think so!!  He had eggs, rashers of bacon, link sausages, home fries, pancakes and French Toast… and lotsa wine!  Lots and lotsa wine! Barrels full!  That’s how you run an Empire!

CALPURNIA: Sure Caesar, eat like an elephant and you’ll look like one.  I can’t keep letting out your togas!  They are starting to look like bed sheets!  Besides, Alexander kept in better shape than you do… he had the Olympic Games…

CAESAR:  Oooh boy, you’re asking for it Calpurnia… One day it’s going to be: bang, boom, & to the moon!  Remember one thing, Calpurnia!  ONE THING!! In this house I am Emperor!  In fact, in every house I am Emperor!  You got that Calpurnia?!  The Emperor!!!

CALPURNIA:  Well… the Emperor better watch what’s going on in the Empire.

CAESAR: What’s that supposed to mean?

CALPURNIA:  The word is that there is this new soothsayer in town and he’s not talking about Gaul or Judea…  there are all sorts of sooths about Rome.

CAESAR:  Soothsayer?  Soothsayer?  You listen to that garbage?  It’s all stupid riddles and verse.  Sure!  sometimes they get it lucky… like a weatherman.  Which reminds me… take a memo, “For the Senate Committee on Domestic Morale: the next time the weatherman is wrong he will be put to death.” No… make that, “put to death in a painful and hideous manner.”  And then we’ll see about these sayers of sooths.  Mark my words Calpurnia!  They’re next!  And do you know why?!  Do you know why, Calpurnia?  Because I am the Emperor, that’s why!!

CALPURNIA: OK Mr. Emperor… remember my Mother is coming to visit in nine days…

CAESAR: Your Mother?  That battle axe!  Oh no she’s not! 

CALPURNIA:  Oh yes she is Caesar, and you’d better get used to it!

CAESAR: No she’s not!

CALPURNIA:  Every year it’s the same argument.  You know it’s Mother’s Birthday!  And every year you throw a tantrum kicking and screaming.  Well, this year it’s not going to work Caesar!  Mother is coming and that’s final!  And we are going to have a proper party for her!

CAESAR: That woman is a battle axe.  That’s what she is , Calpurnia!  A LOUD MOUTH battle axe.  Everytime she comes here she snipes at me.  Whatever I do is never good enough!  Do you want a soothsayer Calpurnia?  Here, I’ll give you a sooth: bang, boom & to the moon!  And besides in nine days it’s the Ides of March and I’m busy.

CALPURNIA: Busy?  Busy doing what?

CAESAR: Calpurnia you know that every Ides I go to the Lodge.

CALPURNIA: The Lodge?  Oh, yes… I know about the Lodge!  You and Brutus and Cassius and the rest of your buddies… playing cards all night, telling dirty jokes, smoking smelly cigars, drinking too much and behaving like teenagers on their first night out! You are just going to have to tell your pals that for one night they will have to conduct their escapades without you!

CAESAR:  Oh no I’m not!  And do you know why Calpurnia??  I’ll tell you why!  Because I’m the Emperor that’s why!!  And you can tell Miss LOUD MOUTH that I’m the Emperor, too!  Go ahead Calpurnia!  Plan your party… balloons and party hats, whoop dee-doo!  But on the Ides of March the Emperor is going to the Lodge to be with his friends!

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Crime & Punishment

Earliest man had methods to punish behaviors that were outside the group norm.  Over thousands of year these methods have been refined and perfected.

Match the punishment with the appropriate person & submit your answers to the Summer of Jim web site.  The winner(s) will receive a “no homework tonight” pass and a sugar free cookie.

1. Stoning.  Going back to biblical times, this was a punishment that was meted out for blasphemy, apostasy, prostitution, adultery, murder and jaywalking. 

In Deuteronomy (13:9-10) You must certainly put him to death, and then the hands of all the people.  You shall stone him to death, because he tried to turn you from the Lord your God, who brought you out of Egypt out of the land of slavery.

By the Middle Ages Stonings were often staged during Jousts and Tournaments.  The Church would have little children fill up wagons with rocks and bring them to the stoning pitch… people would buy a bucket full of rocks and take aim at the offending party who would be tied to a wagon wheel.  Wagering over hitting specific parts of the anatomy would take place over two or three days, or until the person died.  

2. Staking.  The Aztec Empire was one of the most advanced societies of the world.  Their leaders were held responsible for the well being of their nation & if they erred they would be judged and in some cases would have the extreme punishment of staking.

Offending officials would be stripped of their garments and brought to a clearing, their bodies would be coated in honey, they would then be tied to stakes in the ground near a fire ant colony.  If they cried out in agony another layer of honey would be applied.  If the sun didn’t come out the punishment would be repeated on the next day.

3. Silent Treatment.  This is one of the oldest punishments going back to Neolithic cave dwellersThe frescoes of the Lascaux Caves accurately depict persons who are being ignored, and in other ways being excluded from a social circle.  Punishment typically lasted a month (a lunar cycle); but sometimes would extend for months, particularly if the punishment occurred during a lunar eclipse.  Occasionally there were some negative side effects that would be experienced… during a lengthy silent treatment, the dwellers would have forgotten how to talk.

4. Holding it in.  In the 18th Century The Royal Navy had the heavy responsibility of protecting Mother England and its far flung Empire.  And a ship’s captain could not risk a breech in discipline.  There were many punishments that were part and parcel of life aboard one of His Majesty’s ships.  Flogging, keel-hauling were horrible; but the punishment that was feared above all else was the dreaded holding it in.  Sailors would not be permitted to “eliminate body wastes.” Before exacting punishment, the sailor would be given a double tot of rum & then the sergeant at arms would be assigned what was called the “piss watch”… The sailor was not permitted to relieve himself until the triple watch had passed (12 hours).

6. Time out.  This unusual punishment was devised by the great Genghis Khan.  Keeping control of his Army was of paramount importance.  Questioning his authority was ruthlessly dealt with.  The slightest of offenses would call for a variety of corporal punishments.  Fingers, hands, tongues would be severed in a blink.  Most feared was the time out.  The guilty party would have to face the ultimate disgrace of being sent from the communal fire and would have to stand with his back turned to his fellow members of the Horde, couldn’t join in on any of the songs and would have to endure the embarrassment of catcalls, “zhuib, zhuib, zhuib,” which translates roughly as, shame, shame, shame!  Many of the offending persons would be found dead the next morning having taken their own lives over the dishonor.

7. The Beaupre.  This was a most unusual punishment invented by a school master in the 20th Century who was denied access to corporal forms of punishment.  It involved dragging a student seated in his desk into the adjacent boys restroom.  “This is what happens when you giggle in class mister!”  Some students still bear the mental scaring of this cruel punishment and as adults they have been known to drive thru muddle puddles at great speed to spray vulnerable old ladies waiting to cross the street.

8. Taping.  The “Rice Diet” was developed at Duke University in the 1930s as a method to treat obesity.  The eating regimen was severe… limited to exacting portions of rice, fruit, vegetables, non-fat dairy, and also included extensive walking regimen for low impact exercising.  The food intake was closely supervised and blood was taken daily to verify that no “food cheating” had taken place.  Patients who enroll in the program have to sign a form pledging “not to cheat.”

There was an unusual punishment for cheaters.  Blindfolded they were brought into a small room, seated in an uncomfortable chair… their legs would be taped to the legs of the chair, their hands would be taped behind their backs, their mouths would be taped closed… then a table would be placed before them heaped with crème filled donuts, warm brownies & Black Forest cake.

They would be left in the room to think about what they had done.

9. La Liberace.  This was a unique form of punishment designed in the Salon of ‘Coco’ Chanel. Renown for her exquisite taste and sharp fashion eye, if one of her workers were found dressed in an inappropriate manner, they would be forced to undress and put on a hideous costume (called la Liberace), made from the ends of the cutting room floor and covered in sequins and lace.  More than one employee would run from the room crying, never to be seen or heard from again rather than suffer the derisive stares of co-workers.  Coco was known to sneer, “Qu’il s’habillent de la merde.”

10. Clean-up. It is not surprising that so many punishments trace they origins to the military.  When Hannibal moved his Armies from Carthage to Spain, then thru France, across the Alps into Italy he brought herds of elephants with him to form the “armored brigades” of the day.  The trouble was they made a God-awful mess.  The simple folk of Spain began to complain about the heaps of dung that littered the roads after Hannibal passed thru.  Sick of hearing the griping, Hannibal ordered a team of soldiers selected from the ranks of the punished be assigned the task of cleaning up after the elephants.  This form of punishment continues to this day.  The next time you are asked to clean up your room, you can thank Hannibal… he was the one that started it.

11. Ducking stool. The aim of this form of 17th Century punishment was public humiliation.  It was directed to women who gossiped, acted vindictively to their neighbors, had children out of wedlock or who flirted excessively.  The offending lady would be strapped into a chair, which was suspended from a pole fixed on a rolling platform… first she would be paraded thru the village to the jeers of her neighbors, and then she would be brought to the edge of a river or pond, and given a dunk or two into the “drink”.  The amount of time you were forced to remain under the water depended on the severity of your crime.  On one occasion a woman in Leicestershire was eaten by a river sturgeon.

 

A. Barry Bonds

B. George W. Bush

C. Dick Cheney

D. Gary Moss

E. Wayne Newton

F. Rosie O’Donnell

G. Don Rumsfeld

H. Al Sharpton

I. Howard Stern

J. Martha Stewart

K. Donald Trump

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Annie With the Pretty Smile

I turned the corner, and there she was… sitting in a leaf pile at the end of her drive on McKinley Ave.

Mollie and I were out for some exercise… Mollie being our Keeshond.  Sandy had given strict instructions to Mollie to take me for a walk… “keep him out for 30 minutes Mollie and then bring him back home.”

“Can I pee on any tree of my choosing?” I ask.  I had a Grandmother, Mother, Sister, Wife & 2 Daughters… oh yes, and let’s not forget Mollie.  And the way I figure it, the only advantage I have on the women is that I can pee anywhere I want.

Well… Mollie pretty much goes where she wants to, too.  I think that’s why we like taking walks together.

Mollie saw her sitting in the leaf pile, too.  And she immediately began to wag her tail in excitement… “oh! someone my size! at ground level”… is probably what Mollie had on her mind.  And she pulled me over for a sniff, a wag and maybe a lick and a hop & a spin or two.

I had seen Annie in the neighborhood before; but this was going to be our first formal meeting.

She was wearing a navy fleece fuzzy vest over a lilac coloured sweater, she had a deep hunter green beret that covered most of her shoulder length auburn hair.

When we approached, she looked up and her dark eyes lit… she smiled, there was a slight gap in her two front teeth… (when she gets older that slight gap will drive guys nuts.)

Mollie sees the smile and immediately launches into a major wag… not merely the tail; but the whole hind quarter swings into action, a quick spin in the leaves, a hop and a quick bark.  Annie laughs, and then Mollie gives her cheek a lick, and another.

Dogs love tears.  Not the reason for the tears… just the tears themselves.  I suspect that Annie had just had a bit of cry.  It wasn’t cold enough for her eyes to simply tear.  No, Mollie was drawn to a tear of sadness and hurt.

Now Annie is giggling under Mollie’s affectionate assault.  I try to settle my Keeshond down; but she spins and hops… happy for the leaves and new friend.  A couple more barks to emphasize her general good spirit… Annie tumbles back into the leaf pile, and Mollie pursues with more kisses, which of course brings on more giggles.

Mollie spins and hops in the pile, barks and throws a couple of back kicks in for good measure.

“Settle down Martha! I don’t think anyone is going to appreciate your efforts to scatter the pile of leaves into the street!”

“Martha?  Is that her name?” Annie asks.

“Well… we call her Mollie; but when she misbehaves then it’s Miss Martha.”

“My name is Annie; and when I misbehave it’s ‘Miss Anne of Green Gables’.  You have such a great dog!  And look!  It looks like she is wearing glasses!”

“Why, yes… her markings make it look she’s wearing specs.”

“What kind of dog is she?”

“A Keeshond.  It’s a Dutch breed.  They were used as companion dogs on canal barges.”

“She certainly has a fluffy coat.”

“She loves the cold weather… and she loves to play in the snow.  Don’t you Lady Grey?”

“Lady Grey?”

“When she is acting like a ‘Princess’ I like to call her The Lady Grey.”

This brought out a new smile from Annie who called Mollie to her.  “She looks like a grey bear! A smiling grey bear!”  Mollie needed no extra encouragement… there was a steady wag to her tail with her front feet doing a dance in the leaves… more licks and kisses which in turned produced some giggles.  “She sure likes to kiss alot!”

“Mollie is a happy dog… and Annie, it’s the strangest thing when I’m sad she seems to know it.  I maybe sitting in my chair, thinking about things… thinking about something I may have said or did that may have hurt someone’s feelings… and it makes me sad.  Maybe someone said or did something to hurt my feelings, and of course that makes me sad, too… Well, sure enough… there will be Mollie at my side, putting her nose under my hand to get my attention… she’ll give me a wag and quick kiss.  It’s her way of saying ‘it’s alright… things will work out.'”

Mollie had settled some… pehaps distracted by a smell, she had a sniff around the pile…

“And I’ll tell you something Annie… Mollie is always right… things just seem to work out.  And it’s impossible for me to be sad for long when I’ve had a wag and kiss from Mollie.”

“Well, Annie… it’s a pleasure making your acquaintance.  I hope that Mollie and I get to see you soon… we live just over on Alston and we pass by here every now and then.  Sometimes it’s over to Forrest… it’s Mollie’s call, I’m just along for the exercise.”

I waved goodbye.  I decided not to tell her that I am also out to take a whiz on the Cameron’s maxi Rhododendron.  I call back to her, “that’s a great looking beret Annie!  You wear it well.”

She waved back, smiled her pretty smile…. and in an instant it was gone.  She assembled her leaf blanket around her, and cast her eyes downward… perhaps to return to her sadness.

She remained still… a compostion in vulnerability and delicacy.  Then she rebounded, perhaps a hurdle crossed, and she looked up an flashed that great gapped tooth smile and waved again.

“You have a very pretty smile, Annie!  Don’t forget where you put it…”

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Not Quite Extinct

With the extinction of the dinosaurs the world moved into the Age of Mammals.  The diversification of animal life was stunning in the Miocene Epoch, readying the stage for the appearance of Homo habilis in the Pliocene and continuing thru to the Pleistocene with the flourishing of megafauna.

Huge beavers, magnificent elk, unearthly flightless birds, over sized bears, camels, mammoths, rhinos & carnivores… all roamed the land.  The lagest land mammal on earth was the Indricotherium (Matzoris major).  Fossil remains first discovered in Baluchistan put the size of this gigantic herbivore at 16 feet tall, with a length of 27 feet and an estimated weight of 15 tons.

Compared to the Indricotherium, our present day elephant would look like a mere pup.  How would you like to have to feed it?  Or clean up after it?  These are the type of questions my Grandmother would have raised.  And she was no Natural Historian.

Mommie Soph, my Grandmother for those that are not in the know, was a practical woman.  If an animal wasn’t a pet, then it was how many does it serve?  I reckon that an average sized Indricotherium could feed a good sized condo complex.

My Grandmother was a crafty person.  How many female butchers do you know?  Kosher butchers at that!  I could see her now, the wholesaler delivering the front end of the Indricotherium (the hind end would have been trayf — non-kosher), and she would roll up her sleeves preparing to section off 200lbs of flank steak, 500lbs of brisket… and that would just be the beginning.

Indricotheriums are well and good; but I think she would have had a greater interest in the smaller and more manageable “cousin” of this herbivore: Matzoris minor.  Coming in the Holocene Epoch, the Indricotherium had evolved into a smaller more nimble beast.

At their peak, herds of Matzoris covered Europe from the Russian Steppe, thru the Hungarian Plain all the way to Central France.  Thses peaceful grazers were plentiful, slow and dumb and they fell victim to carnivores and early man.  There is evidence that suggests that Sabertooth Cats killed them for sport and not for hunger need.

Early humans could not afford to be so friviolous… Each Matzoris was a prize for a family or clan.  Evidence found in the Caves of Lascaux and detailed in the famous Cave Frescoes show elaborate hunting parties engaged in killing the beasts.  There were scenes depicting its uses after slaughter, and even noted a few basic recipes.

There is much to learn from Cro-Magnon’s interaction with nature and the natural world.  The fur of the Matzoris would be used for cloaks or as decorative throws.  The hollowed skull would be used to bathe infants, the unique nine rib rib-cage would be converted into a quasi light fixture burning small amounts of Matzoris oil for fuel.

The most cherished part of the slaughtered Matzoris was the male’s testicles.  Its use in ceremonial meals is well documented.  It symbolized male strength and virility, and only a select few could partake in the heady broth that would be prepared. 

The shaman would invoke sacred blessings and would beseech the Gods to continue the line of the clan.  Then the leader of the hunt (called the Matzoris Maven) would be honored with a generous portion.  A circle of the clan would then be formed, dance with hands joined and held high, and the greatness of the Matzoris would be proclaimed.

After… the parents of the honoree would have to clean up.

Sadly, the Matzoris are nearly extinct.  The Przewalski Forest in Poland holds the last remaining Matzoris in the wild.  Unfortunately, the local population is notorious for hunting down the bucks seeking their testicles.  The testicles are dried, crushed to powder and added to Mott’s apple sauce, or, in some extreme cases, infused in solidified chicken fat and applied to a bridegroom’s male “member” on his wedding night.

Although not as effective the synthesized version of this delicacy is readily available… it appears in countless establishment and homes where it is made into a ceremonial soup following the recipe found in Lascaux… you know this dish as Matzoh Ball Soup.

Tasty.  Not quite extinct.  Enjoy.

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