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Last weekend Herself, the Rocket and I took ourselves down to New York. Photos can be found here. Meanwhile, the Rocket has been practicing her walking around skills – video here. This was my first trip ever to New York where I a) was in bed by 11 PM both nights and b) did not consume all the beer purchased. Madeleine loves her FAO Schwartz stuffed dog though, and Herself and I enjoyed yummy cocktails at Bubby’s. The Bees Knees was just that, although next time I’m getting a Calvados Sidecar. Among the many ridiculous things my friends and I believed, was the notion that a being able to ‘stop its molecules,’ as our scientific vernacular had it, would be able to freeze itself and thus remain suspended in midair. During backyard games of Star Wars figures, this strange – and useless – ability was ascribed to Hammerhead. How and why, I have no recollection. But it did give the otherwise peripheral figure of Hammerhead a peculiar touch of class. One of the consolations for advancing age and an increasing waistline.
Also, I can still kick you in the head. So I got that going for me. Growing up inside the Bridgewater Triangle was a lot less exciting than a perusal of Wikipedia might imply. The weirdness I encountered was either ginned up or part of a Dungeons & Dragons session. Sad – we would have welcomed the excitement. In September my sister will be participating in the 2010 Walk Now For Autism Speaks. Anyone wishing to support her efforts with a donation can do so by clicking here. I have here some odds and ends for your consideration and possible enjoyment. First – yet more pictures of the Rocket, mostly from a trip to the Paragon Carousel. With which she was completely unimpressed. Also in the imagery line – a collection of covers of vintage men’s magazines. Which taken as a whole seem to exhibit some deep–seated fear of being eaten alive – flesh ripped – by wild animals. Light reading: a brief essay on Tolkien, by noted scifi author Gene Wolfe. I missed noting John Wayne’s birthday, although Red covered it more than ably. I will point out these two anecdotes by Dick Cavett concerning his meeting the Duke. Yesterday was my sister’s birthday, a distinction she shares with Jake ‘The Snake’ Roberts and Mel Blanc. Happy birthday Mary Margaret. May you have many more. Also, if there is any ice cream cake left over, I will be by later. HEADQUARTERS GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC General Orders No.11, WASHINGTON, D.C., May 5, 1868 I. The 30th day of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village, and hamlet church-yard in the land. In this observance no form of ceremony is prescribed, but posts and comrades will in their own way arrange such fitting services and testimonials of respect as circumstances may permit. We are organized, comrades, as our regulations tell us, for the purpose among other things, “of preserving and strengthening those kind and fraternal feelings which have bound together the soldiers, sailors, and marines who united to suppress the late rebellion.” What can aid more to assure this result than cherishing tenderly the memory of our heroic dead, who made their breasts a barricade between our country and its foes? Their soldier lives were the reveille of freedom to a race in chains, and their deaths the tattoo of rebellious tyranny in arms. We should guard their graves with sacred vigilance. All that the consecrated wealth and taste of the nation can add to their adornment and security is but a fitting tribute to the memory of her slain defenders. Let no wanton foot tread rudely on such hallowed grounds. Let pleasant paths invite the coming and going of reverent visitors and fond mourners. Let no vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten as a people the cost of a free and undivided republic. If our eyes grow dull, other hands slack, and other hearts cold in the solemn trust, ours shall keep it well as long as the light and warmth of life remain to us. Let us, then, at the time appointed gather around their sacred remains and garland the passionless mounds above them with the choicest flowers of spring-time; let us raise above them the dear old flag they saved from dishonor; let us in this solemn presence renew our pledges to aid and assist those whom they have left among us a sacred charge upon a nation’s gratitude, the soldier’s and sailor’s widow and orphan. II. It is the purpose of the Commander-in-Chief to inaugurate this observance with the hope that it will be kept up from year to year, while a survivor of the war remains to honor the memory of his departed comrades. He earnestly desires the public press to lend its friendly aid in bringing to the notice of comrades in all parts of the country in time for simultaneous compliance therewith. III. Department commanders will use efforts to make this order effective. By order of JOHN A. LOGAN, N.P. CHIPMAN, Official: See also:
On certain days and in certain light, World’s End bears more than a passing resemblance to the Shire of my imagination.
I’ve been playing around with the iPhone Hipstamatic – the results can be found here and here. Some things I think on:
Werner Herzog reads Curious George…
“Oh I’m afraid the deflector shield will be quite operational when your friends arrive.” And that picture and quote combination is probably the nerdiest thing I will do this year. I’m not even going to explain it – either you’ll get it or you won’t. |
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