Today I celebrate the birthday of a person dear to me so my observations of your world from 1000 years later will wait until tomorrow.
Therefore, here are your two data points and that’s it:
You get your bonus, too!;
Best comment of the day, in response to this post:
[One more break before the story recommences]
A nod to the family of Flo Trotter, a dear friend who corresponded with me years ago, sharing her strong belief in the Christian Bible by writing letters to me containing Bible verses upon which she expanded her lifeview — Flo, you will be missed greatly.
Sitting with three cigars in front of me and a 1pint-6oz bottle of brown ale by Legend Brewing Co. of Richmond, VA, I nod, also, to the ball coach of a little university in the state of Pennsylvania, who died of lung cancer — may your children and grandchildren outlive the highs and lows of your reputation.
A little while ago, I finished listening to a live performance by the organist Gail Archer, as part of Covenant Presbyterian Church’s Covenant Concerts, in concert with the Greater Huntsville Chapter of the American Guild of Organists. The program included pieces by Buxtehude, Bach, Schumann, Hensel, Tower and Liszt.
I took notes during the concert but left them in another room of the house where my wife sleeps.
Summary: Archer provided the right articulation and emotional input to make every piece of music a joy in itself. I thank her for promoting the art of organ playing — I’ve waited 25 years to hear an organ concert in the Covenant Presbyterian church sanctuary and it was well worth the wait.
I listen to her An American Idyll CD while composing this journalistic blog entry.
Meanwhile, bulky guys with uniforms bounce off each other during an NFL playoff game of little to no interest to me (Ravens and Patriots). I’ll wait until this evening’s game to sit and eat chips, drink beer and veg out during the Giants-49ers game.
Is public education ever going to keep up with the changing economy?
Or do children, like always, find a way to make a living despite an incomplete/inappropriate childhood education?
What is Russia doing to prevent meaningful military intervention in Syria’s internal strife/killing spree between two equally brutal forces? Better yet, why, Russia, why? Putin, I think better of you than this. You, too, Medvedev.
Well, commercialised football viewing calls my name. Talk with you tomorrow, when the hesitant leader of the Committee picks up the pace of making sure the scheduled event taking place 13,984 days from now goes off without a hitch.
Like the label says, “FRESH BEER – KEEP COOL”!
from allthingsd:
January 19, 2012 at 11:59 pm PT
Hon Hai has a workforce of over one million worldwide, and as human beings are also animals, to manage one million animals gives me a headache.
– Hon Hai chairman Terry Gou, who went on to say that he wants to learn from the director of Taipei Zoo regarding how animals should be managed
We, the members of the Committee, totally agree! 😉
“It wasn’t always like this,” she told me.
You see, me Ma, she’s been around the block, as they say, being a marathon runner and all that.
We remember our ancestors who were awarded land by the Crown all those centuries ago.
And it weren’t too long ago, when me Ma’s Da’s Da, invited to supp with the Queen, said, “Why, I wouldn’t set foot in the same room with that German impostor!”
But seein’ as you don’t know what I’m talkin’ ’bout, y’ought to know more, right?
If it ain’t always been like this, when has it been?
Or will it?
Like last night, sittin’ in the dark, watchin’ them kids from Knoxville, Cookeville, Nashville and Texas swingin’ to the oldies, music spun up on hard disks by the DJ crew Winter Wonderland for the Huntsville Swing Dance Society…
I got to thinkin’…
Yeah, and that’s why I’m still here this morning, wonderin’ why it is that this is not what it’s always been like.
When did we teach kids to dance in low {earth} gravity conditions?
They weren’t born on your home planet.
The last direct descendant livin’ on Scottish soil had died, revertin’ our ol’ homeland back to the Crown (and yes, the Queen is still one of them German pretenders to the British throne but who’m I to care, bouncin’, as I am, out here in the hinterlands of our species’ solar system settlements?)…
Am I just a fractal projection of a 2D surface?
Or is that a holographic computation upon a 4D equestrian equation equal to none and summarisation of everything?
I think me oxygen level is out of balance with me nitrogen mix.
Besides, them dancers what celebrated the 13th birthday on Friday the 13th at KCDC, they’s got their time to shine in the sweaty spotlight.
Oh well, not like the dinner theatre in X27B is any more real than any other history, past or present tense, tension or predisposition.
But the sentiments are the same.
As me Da said to me Ma, “And it’ll never be like this again.”
And now, back to the story of your lives, where we explore the cosmos in search of a good place to park our flying metal boxes, build a few domiciles of native material and plant a garden for healthy living in a game called “Pick a Planet”…
Medical phrase of the day: myasthenia gravis.
Will catch up on the list of people/businesses to thank soon, I think.
As we begin the adventure with my father in his quest for detailed diagnosis/treatment of health changes, I’ll post a few personal images of him and his family, with stories inserted along the road of life this blog represents in spacetime.
As of the 26th of December 2011, the life of the author of this blog changed…
He has discovered his father has Primary Progressive Aphasia.
Just a few weeks after his mother in-law died, the author makes time to be a caregiver again, as needed/wanted.
Life in 2012 goes on…
…more as it develops…
Here’s to the people on the streets in Russia and everywhere around the world seeking to make positive change in their [sub]/subba/culture:
The Mighty, Mighty Young at Heart
Meanwhile, the Committee meeting this afternoon will give me the impetus to comment on the future of our global society due to influence of the likes of Kim Jong Il and Vaclav Havel and their inheritable replacements, both real and imagined.
Thanks to the folks at Colonial Heights Presbyterian Church last night for putting on a great show — very moving, deeply touching and a wonderful start to the end of this year taking us into the hope and promise of 2012.
Glad 2011 is behind us!!!
From my cousin, Cindy, via email:
A new teacher was trying to make use of her psychology courses. She started her class by saying, ‘Everyone who thinks they’re stupid, stand up!’ After a few seconds, Little Larry stood up. The teacher said, ‘Do you think you’re stupid, Larry?’ ‘No, ma’am, but I hate to see you standing there all by yourself!’
Larry watched, fascinated, as his mother smoothed cold cream on her face. ‘Why do you do that, mommy?’ he asked. ‘To make myself beautiful,’ said his mother, who then began removing the cream with a tissue. ‘What’s the matter, asked Larry ‘Giving up?’
The math teacher saw that Larry wasn’t paying attention in class. She called on him and said, ‘Larry! What are 2 and 4 and 28 and 44?’ Larry quickly replied, ‘NBC, FOX, ESPN and the Cartoon Network!’
Larry’s kindergarten class was on a field trip to their local police station where they saw pictures tacked to a bulletin board of the 10 most wanted criminals. One of the youngsters pointed to a picture and asked if it really was the photo of a wanted person. ‘Yes,’ said the policeman. ‘The detectives want very badly to capture him.’ Larry asked, “Why didn’t you keep him when you took his picture ? “
Little Larry attended a horse auction with his father. He watched as his father moved from horse to horse, running his hands up and down the horse’s legs and rump, and chest. After a few minutes, Larry asked, ‘Dad, why are you doing that?’ His father replied, ‘Because when I’m buying horses, I have to make sure that they are healthy and in good shape before I buy. Larry, looking worried, said, ‘Dad, I think the UPS guy wants to buy Mom ……’
If this brightened your day, don’t let it stop here. Keep spreading the cheer!
treetrunkdings 
Mildly surprised that “Do you want Scotland to be an independent country?” was chosen over Labour’s preferred “Do you want to recklessly break the Union and give everyone leprosy?”