The Grinch that Stole Mother’s Day

How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

You’ve all heard about the Grinch that stole Christmas. Oh, you haven’t? Well neither have I. Not Really. But I heard there was such a thing or I would never have been able to use the word “Grinch.” What is a Grinch, anyway? He, or she, must be a bad someone to steal Christmas.

In my opinion the Grinch that stole Mother’s Day is much worse than the one that stole Christmas. I never met Santa, or Dr. Seuss, but I did meet my mother and lots of other mothers and they were all kind of cool. Not only that, this Grinch may not be able to steal only this Mother’s day, but the coming Christmas as well and he, she or it, will not return what was stolen when he hears the student singing, celebrating and enjoying creating even though he stole their day.

Oh, didn’t you hear about it? Well the Grinch is trying to put an end to a happy event that has been going on for more than 30 years. Now I know that’s not as long as Christmas has been around, but it is still something the students get excited about celebrating.

Pot sale 1Every Mother’s Day and Christmas there is a ceramics fundraiser at several of the University of Hawaii’s community colleges and at Manoa. At these fundraisers the students can sell things they have made in the ceramics classes during the semester.

There is something special about having a complete stranger liking a pot, or a bowl, or a sculpture you have made enough that they will put out their hard-earned cash for it. It is a confirmation of your work and talent. It can even give you a warm fuzzy feeling that is even better than getting an “A” in the class.

What’s more, when someone buys something at these fundraisers it not only puts a dime or two in the student’s pocket; it also raised money for the ceramics department. At these fundraisers 70% of the money goes to the student and 30% to the ceramics club.

I doubt that there is an art department in any state university where the staff really feels they have everything needed to do an outstanding job with funds allocated from the state budget. At Windward Community College the annual Christmas and Mother’s Day fundraiser provides a little more that can be used toward supplies and equipment and helps the ceramics department at WCC (under the direction of Prof. Paul Nash) to be the outstanding instructional program that it is.

Then along comes the Mother’s Day Grinch. It can only be assumed that someone complained to the State Ethics Committee that the Mother’s Day and Christmas pottery fundraisers constituted a private business being conducted in a State facility. Thereupon the administration decided that the Mother’s Day and Christmas pottery fundraisers be cancelled until the Ethics Committee rendered it’s conclusions.

There you have it. The Mother’s Day pottery fundraiser stolen by a Grinch. At least the Grinch can’t keep us from creating and creating is fundamental.

Interview with the Characters In FROM THE SKY by J.E. Nicassio

Paul J. Stam:


Originally posted on Pat Bertram Introduces . . .:

From the SkyLucien, Did you get along with your parents?

I never met my parents. Had they lived things would have been a lot different. I would have hoped we would have gotten along.

Lucien, Do you have any hobbies?

I taught myself to play the guitar. And I enjoy calculating the distance between nebula’s within this galaxy and others. A hobby of mine that I find humorous is going down the cereal aisle at Walmart and with my mind I throw the boxes off the shelve at shoppers… something my uncle frowns upon.

Lucien, Was there a major turning point in your life?

When my uncle told my siblings and myself we were not human.

Lucien, What is your most prized possession? Why?

My prized possession is my crystal I wear around my neck. It belonged to my parents.

Samantha, How do you envision your future?

How do I envision my…

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What’s the Problem Here?

I had a nasty fall the other day. Fortunately there were some other people around so I wasn’t left there to die. One young man asked, “Are you all right?”

There I am, flat on my back, bleeding from both elbows and knees and he has the nerve to ask, “Are you all right?”

Now it seems to me that it would be quite obvious to the gentlemen that something isn’t just the way it should be. I don’t know, but it just doesn’t seem right to lie down in the middle of the sidewalk in the middle of the day and start bleeding. Continue reading

Space Shuttle and Roman Chariots


You may not know this, so let me give you something to wonder about on how the military might of Ancient Rome influenced the US space program. Did you know that the standard US railroad gauge (width between the two rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches? Of course, if you didn’t know that, you never wondered about it, but now that you do know, please wonder or this post will be meaningless.

 Now, 4 feet 8.5 inches is an odd number for anything. Then how did the brilliant railroad builders come us with that gauge?  They used those exact measurements was beThis picture was taken in 1908 in New York City.cause that’s the way they built them in England, and English expatriates built the U.S railroads.

The reason they built them that way in Merry Old England was because the same people who built the horse-drawn streetcars used that same 4 feet 8.5 inches gauge to build the first rail lines.

About now you should be asking why the streetcar makers used that gauge? Well, the people who built the streetcars used the same jigs and tools that they used for building wagons. Continue reading

A Truth About Thinking

Thinker 1A little while back I posted about the Problem Thinker. Since then I have I have discovered a little more about thinking. The sad truth is that people don’t really care what you think unless you think the same way they do.

Now that is not some great new discovery like finding a diamond ring when you were going through your neighbor’s trashcan. No, this discovery is something you have suspected for some time, but to finally came to the conclusion, to have to accept, to admit to yourself, that no one gives a damn what you think is enough to make you sit down and cry like a baby with a bee sting. Continue reading

I Enjoy Being a Guy

Many, many years ago in a land far, far away— O.K. it wasn’t that long ago or that far away but Steven Spielberg got away with starting a movie with something like that so I thought I’d try— Of course a galaxy far, far away is much more exciting than a land far, far away.

Flower_drum_1958Let’s start again. Back in the late 50s, early 60s (for some of you that is long, long ago) there was a Broadway hit called, Flower Drum Song. One of the songs from that show, “I Enjoy Being a Girl,” had eight verses and this verse gives you an idea for what that whole song was like.

When someone with eyes that smoulder
Says he loves ev’ry silken curl
That falls on my iv’ry shoulder,
I enjoy being a girl!
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Don’t Kill the Messenger

TruthNow don’t get angry with me just because I’m about to tell you the truth. I know, I know, the truth hurts, but sometimes we have to face it. Now I am just going to be honest with you, and if the truth hurts, remember I’m just the messenger.

White houseJeffersonThis truth business all came about because a friend, well OK, an acquaintance really, had just returned from D.C. and was rhapsodize about all the monuments and I thought, “Yeah, that’s a city of nothing but liars and monuments and all the monuments are to liars.”

ArlingtonUnknownI realize that may not be a very nice thing to say, so I’ll mitigate it somewhat by saying there may be a monument to someone other than a liar like the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and some of those little monuments in Arlington.

Aside from that slight possibility; in all likelihood the greater the liar, the larger the monument, because almost every monument is to a “gone from here” politician and everyone knows there is not a more accomplished liar than a politician. Continue reading