Many heartfelt thanks to the legions of soldiers, from my family and yours, who have fought to make this country what it is. From the war that bought our existence to the men and women who are risking life and limb right now - we owe you more than we can ever repay.
Have a wonderful Memorial Day, and please do take a minute to remember why we celebrate it.
Artful Dodger - Woman Trouble.mp3
Berlin - Masquerade.mp3
Eurythmics - Seventeen Again.mp3
Cybill Shepard - I Told I Love Ya, Now Get Out.mp3
Tom Waits - Yesterday Is Here.mp3
Bonus: Real Men of Genius - Mr. Silent Killer Gas Passer.mp3 (and may I add, if Miller can’t stand being labeled “South African owned,” they shouldn’t have sold out to South African Breweries in the first place. Retards.)
Not bad for a ten-second storm.
I didn’t even see it. I was sitting in this chair, and had just clicked on weather.com and said “Hmm. Tornado warning in St Charles county,” when this was in the chair with me. I looked past him, and could barely see out the window, just a green and grey smear.
And then it was gone.
I was a little stunned by this (the larger branch is about the width of my calf, is too heavy to lift, and miraculously landed perfectly between the cars, without a scratch on either of them), but then I turned around and saw this behind me. I’ll take better pictures when I’m feeling a little more brave, but here’s the “stump” (about fifteen feet up and maybe ten inches in diameter) and another shot of the tree. (that’s all one tree, in the bottom 4/5 of the picture.)
We never even lost power or cable. Whatever.
Update: Yes. Yes, that is a jacaranda. The tree I’ve been trying to bonsai up north for years. Finding the puffy little flower buds when I cut it up really fucking hurt. And so do my hands, from the twine. Dammitall.
Unpacking again today, and I found something I thought I’d never see again. My journals from Russia. I started reading them, but I need to sit down when I have a lot of time and just read straight thru.
In my typical weirdness, there are two things in there that I particularly wanted, other than the memories. One was the name of the Russian cosmonaut who was supposedly lost, a la Major Tom. The other was a song. I heard it three or four times in the market and once in a cab, and loved it from the first time I heard it, which is unusual for me. I thought it was Queen, but I could never find anyone to tell me what the song was. I woke up singing it one morning and wrote down a few of the lyrics, thinking I’d look it up one day.
The books have been missing for years, ever since I left Atlanta, and it’s been driving me crazy that I never figured it out.
The words I wrote down, straight out of a dream all those years ago, were “Tomorrow’s grey skies and all those tears, will have to wait til yesterday’s here.”
Tracy recalls some excellent points about timelines and subjective accounting:
It took less time to take Iraq than it took Janet Reno to take the Branch Davidian compound. That was a 51 day operation.
We’ve been looking for evidence of chemical weapons in Iraq for less time than it took Hillary Clinton to find the Rose Law Firm billing records.
It took less time for the 3rd Infantry Division and the Marines to destroy the Medina Republican Guard than it took Teddy Kennedy to call the police after his Oldsmobile sank at Chappaquiddick.
It took less time to take Iraq than it took to count the votes in Florida!!!!
Go read the whole thing.
So, the bad news is, my roof leaks. The good news is that it only leaks into the laundry room so far, which is manageable. And only a little. And only when it really fucking storms. Which, um, is every day lately.
Anybody local know a good reputable roofer that won’t rip me off?
Many thanks to Rodya and Charles for getting my sorry ass out of the house to see Life of Brian during the local tornadoesque storms last night.
Hilarious. I haven’t seen it in a few years anyway, but it was way better than video, and there were things we all hadn’t seen (or hadn’t noticed) in the original. Highly recommended.
The company, as always, was excellent.
Ok, so there’s a lady I work with, middle-aged, very nice, very friendly, fairly prim, a little hyper. I have no idea what she was talking about, but she just yelled:
“Do like we did in catholic school. Get down on your knees and measure.”
It’s the simple things in life that make me happy.
Yeah, I got nuthin’. Have a smilydog.
Ok, two stories on what could be called PCism, in the same article. I’m curious as to whether others see the difference that I see…
1. The University of the Incarnate Word in San Antonio is getting rid of its Crusader mascot “because the name is linked to religious atrocities committed against Muslims and might be considered offensive… Its officials decided not to go with the “Saints” either, as it also might also be considered offensive in some circles.”
2. I’m sure you’ve heard that USNA changed their fight song from “sailor men in battle fair since fighting days of old” to “sailors brave in battle fair since fighting days of old.” It’s been all over the news. But look at the school’s explanation: “Without changing the meaning of the song, these words make our Alma Mater inclusive of all who cherish it,” Vice Adm. Rodney P. Rempt, superintendent of the academy, said in a written statement. “This is a decision consistent with our values.”
Does anyone else see an enormous difference in reasoning here, or am I splitting hairs? No clues. Just tell me what you see, please.
(Don’t even get me started on “Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.” I had no idea that it had ever been anything other than “catch a tiger” until they brought it up, and I doubt 95% of people under 40 did either.)