Frazz by Jef Mallett for February 05, 2020

When we start adding those asterisks!

I think the closest we’ve come to a permanent record is that golden record in Voyager 1:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voyager_Golden_Record

King Midas made the Golden Record!

So now it’s a former record, still existing in a different way.

I think the more I read of this arc the less I understand it.

I prefer the Permanent Record that is “Weird Al” Yankovic’s box set.

A-ha! Just what I predicted (sorta).

Oh, sure, mock the concept of permanent record if you will, but it’s been over forty years since I encouraged the students at Powell Middle School (dear ol’ PMS) to rise up against the oppressive faculty and establish a perfect students’ state, and people STILL bring it up! I hear they still keep photos in the principal’s office of “I will not foment Marxist-Leninist Revolution in class until I can successfully explain Marxism and Leninism” written 150 times on Mrs. Crabtree’s blackboard1.

1 Not really. I was trying to foment Maoism2.

2 Not really. In fact, not at all.

Eschew obfuscation

Different kinds of records, Frazz. You should know that.

Eschew obfuscation.

@ron berg: makes for a fuzzy mouthful and hurt the tongue

No record is permanent unless it is vinyl

I set a permanent record just a few minutes ago: My own quickest drive from home to work on Wednesday, February 5, 2020. I guarantee, it will last for all eternity.

Didn’t Spiro The Android use that one"

Well now we’re talking Trump’s tax records.

We’re probably at obfuscation already.

I am not a native speaker of English, but I think I had a fairly solid highschool education in English – and, by the way, in Latin. And yet, I wouldn’t know what “obfuscation” means without looking into a thesaurus or so. Do you really use – and understand – such words in everyday talk?

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Remember Iian, the gorilla wrangler from Saturday’s installment on Sisu? Alec is his brother. This is a family that knows swimming.

It’s funny, writing that Frogg — notably the part about how I’m not so good at wrestling metaphorical gorillas in the water myself — was followed by a morning spent volunteering as a timer at a swim meet, giving me a front-row seat to a lot of impressive swim performances. It was inspiring in an absolute sense, but also a little demoralizing when the inevitable pointless comparisons creep in. Follow that with a couple frustrating swim practices of my own, and I had kind of a rough batch of introspection on the way home from yesterday morning’s. It occurred to me that I don’t believe I’ve ever spent so long trying to get good at something while falling so far short of what I think I should be capable of.

No worries. I had worked through it before I turned down my own street, and I don’t even live that far from the pool. Because there’s another way to look at it: I’ve never enjoyed something I was this bad at as much as I enjoy swimming. Everything else, I suppose I dropped and moved on. I haven’t dropped swimming, and I’m not about to move on. So there’s that. Besides, you never know. If something finally does click, it won’t be the first time that’s happened after a long stretch of unpromising feedback. It’ll just, I suspect, be after the longest such stretch.

Also, hanging out with the likes of Alec and Iian distorts the view, and I’m not about to quit doing that, either.