Weblog 79
August 12, 2007~ 12:15am
This evening, we had a cook-out second birthday party for Cedes (Kay), my two year old grandaughter. Her actual birthday was the 3rd, but today was a better day for all of us to get together and celebrate. Kay was a vision in PINK, PINK, PINK....and some lilac thrown in- gifts of everything from a tiara, to pink, feathered 'grown up girl's' fancy mules and LOTS of Cinderella (or "Lella!") as Kay says. Here is big brother Bill, fresh from the tub before the party, with the birthday girl, showing off her big girl bed- she's out of the crib, folks- and apparently on the way to the prom....
What a pair of cuties! Wayne and I went in together to buy a BIG gift- a backyard roller coaster, and they have the PERFECT yard for it! -- sloped allllllll the waaaaaay down to a chain link fence. It was so much fun watching them ride over and over again, whooping it up. Man, I would have given my 4 yr old, and my 2 yr old pearly whites to have that as a kid. I remember my Uncle "trying" to make a roller coaster out of wooden slats, on a greased track- with a car nailed to roller skates. The thing kept falling down...lol...but we had so much fun dreaming of it.
Nothin' like the real thing, though...that goes so fast the summer air kisses all the teeth on the way down-
Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Pure speed. Pure thrill. It was a lovely evening. Food was terrific. I don't know how Holly and Gary made their meatballs for the meatball sandwiches on fresh bakery buns with provolone cheese, but they were the tenderest little things I've ever had. Yum!- and fresh, new corn on the cob, potato salad and cut up watermelon. Delicious.
Later, after all the presents were unwrapped and the cake cut, the singing and blowing out of candles finished, Wayne and I sat in the yard, and Wayne spun yarns for Bill- who's as big-eyed gullible an audience as one could wish for. Wayne made up a story about Bill being 'the mysterious man who wanders the earth with a claw, and forever and ever, he has to pick things up'- because he had taken the life of an innocent warrior. "Forever he will roam- until he finally picks up the Grail- till then, he is cursed!" Bill took the 'claw toy' he was playing with and hid it in the kiddie basketball hoop. "I'm NOT THE MYSTERIOUS MAN!" lol!!!! "Yes! O, yessss you ARE!", Wayne said, "and you cannot escape your fate."
"Kay is the MYSTERIOUS MAN!", Bill said, "I made her the claw man. Now SHE roams the earth!" LOL!!! Kay was clomping about in frilly mules and applying fake pink lipstick, and couldn't have cared less about being dubbed the 'cursed one'. Oh, kids are such fun. They're both so bright, and the evening was mild and lovely. Some days it all comes together and sings itself, doesn't it? Along with the crickets, and the late summer cicadas......there is a deep thrum of joy that hums there too, and it's called 'LIFE'-- mysterious men, little girls growing into flowers, boys in crewcuts who want to be super heros and believe they are- believe no curse can best them- they are at the top of their game.......and it's a perfect summer evening.
August 14, 2007~ 7:00pm
I saw my first LUNA MOTH yesterday! I thought my heart would jump right out of my throat! I was outside in the early, early morning having a smoke break at work, and there on the ground next to the grimy butt-bucket, was one of the most arresting sights I've ever seen...
isn't it wonderful? I was worried about some jokester stomping it- and the lovely was as big as my hand- so I gently bent down and gingerly touched the edge of one, glowing green wing. It took to trembling-- and then I was afraid it couldn't fly, so I gave it another whisper touch, and it flapped and flew up, but quickly landed right in front of the door- sure death for that little one. I tried to put it very carefully on my hand- my mouth just hanging open the whole time- and it FLEW!-- sort of drunkenly at first, and then rose higher and higher, until it was in the sky and being pursued by BIRDS! It looked easily as big as those teenie sputzies (that's what my dad used to call 'em, I don't know what their actual breed is, but they're small.)The luna moth disappeared into the trees, flapping, flapping......
I read online that they only live ONE WEEK! That one was either at the end of its life cycle, or it was chilled in the early morning and getting its bearings. They're nocturnal, and to see one in daytime is a true gift. I feel baptized by that thing. (Everything else yesterday just went downhill-- especially having to now quarantine my female piss-spraying cat to the basement when I got home. Two weeks of that torture is enough...but it still has me down.)
Most things have me down today but the luna was a rare, rare sign of some kind, I just know it. Hell..........probably means I'm gonna die soon. That'd be my luck. God: "See this? ... WHAM!" Well, the moth didn't bring good things, so it must be the opposite sort of omen- like in "Mothman"......yah. Like that.
August 16, 2007~ 6:30pm
Bad, Bad Wiki...
Unless you live in a cave or some outpost in a third world (and maybe not even then)- you probably have fallen under the spell of Wikipedia, the group effort at amassing vast amounts of knowledge on whatever subject under the sun. Anyone can add, anyone can edit- and up until very recently, there was no real way to tell WHO was doing all that shifting and deleting of content. Enter: Virgil Griffths.....sleuth extraordiaire, who's come up with a SCANNER so you can actually SEE who has done all the edits on inflammatory adjectives, excision of pertinent facts- and just out-and-out spinning of information by tracing the ISP numbers on entries. Now who might that be, more likely than anyone else?? Yup. The federal government, politicians, big time corporate interests and right-wing cleaner-uppers from all over. LOL!!! Caught ya with yer pants down, asswipes! Lookie here....
Virgil's WONDERFUL TRUTH MACHINE
If you want to quickly see the more blatant (and hilarious- sometimes maddening edits)- try scoping out this site, which takes a LOT of the work out of it for you: Wiki ID Game. You will howl searching through that. Words like "left wing" are added, or descriptions like "imbecilic" are taken out. It just goes to show you, you can't trust all of us all of the time-- not at all. (But I'm damn glad there's a way to see the footprints.) Thank you, Virgil. "Truth, Justice, and theAmerican Way"- well....just the right way, anyway. Don't take any wooden nickels, don't believe everything you read, and by ALL means, consider the source- and make sure you KNOW what that source is. Wiki deserves to be more than a propagandist, hand-cranked, soft ice cream machine. Put the STARCH back into it. I believe this will...(of course, all those corporate types at Enron and political headquarters could always just go HOME and use their personal computers- or an anonymous proxy--
but I'm sure Virgil is working on that too.) You can run, but you cannot hide. American ingenuity outs you every time.
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This evening, we had a cook-out second birthday party for Cedes (Kay), my two year old grandaughter. Her actual birthday was the 3rd, but today was a better day for all of us to get together and celebrate. Kay was a vision in PINK, PINK, PINK....and some lilac thrown in- gifts of everything from a tiara, to pink, feathered 'grown up girl's' fancy mules and LOTS of Cinderella (or "Lella!") as Kay says. Here is big brother Bill, fresh from the tub before the party, with the birthday girl, showing off her big girl bed- she's out of the crib, folks- and apparently on the way to the prom....
What a pair of cuties! Wayne and I went in together to buy a BIG gift- a backyard roller coaster, and they have the PERFECT yard for it! -- sloped allllllll the waaaaaay down to a chain link fence. It was so much fun watching them ride over and over again, whooping it up. Man, I would have given my 4 yr old, and my 2 yr old pearly whites to have that as a kid. I remember my Uncle "trying" to make a roller coaster out of wooden slats, on a greased track- with a car nailed to roller skates. The thing kept falling down...lol...but we had so much fun dreaming of it.
Nothin' like the real thing, though...that goes so fast the summer air kisses all the teeth on the way down-
Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Pure speed. Pure thrill. It was a lovely evening. Food was terrific. I don't know how Holly and Gary made their meatballs for the meatball sandwiches on fresh bakery buns with provolone cheese, but they were the tenderest little things I've ever had. Yum!- and fresh, new corn on the cob, potato salad and cut up watermelon. Delicious.
Later, after all the presents were unwrapped and the cake cut, the singing and blowing out of candles finished, Wayne and I sat in the yard, and Wayne spun yarns for Bill- who's as big-eyed gullible an audience as one could wish for. Wayne made up a story about Bill being 'the mysterious man who wanders the earth with a claw, and forever and ever, he has to pick things up'- because he had taken the life of an innocent warrior. "Forever he will roam- until he finally picks up the Grail- till then, he is cursed!" Bill took the 'claw toy' he was playing with and hid it in the kiddie basketball hoop. "I'm NOT THE MYSTERIOUS MAN!" lol!!!! "Yes! O, yessss you ARE!", Wayne said, "and you cannot escape your fate."
"Kay is the MYSTERIOUS MAN!", Bill said, "I made her the claw man. Now SHE roams the earth!" LOL!!! Kay was clomping about in frilly mules and applying fake pink lipstick, and couldn't have cared less about being dubbed the 'cursed one'. Oh, kids are such fun. They're both so bright, and the evening was mild and lovely. Some days it all comes together and sings itself, doesn't it? Along with the crickets, and the late summer cicadas......there is a deep thrum of joy that hums there too, and it's called 'LIFE'-- mysterious men, little girls growing into flowers, boys in crewcuts who want to be super heros and believe they are- believe no curse can best them- they are at the top of their game.......and it's a perfect summer evening.
August 14, 2007~ 7:00pm
I saw my first LUNA MOTH yesterday! I thought my heart would jump right out of my throat! I was outside in the early, early morning having a smoke break at work, and there on the ground next to the grimy butt-bucket, was one of the most arresting sights I've ever seen...
isn't it wonderful? I was worried about some jokester stomping it- and the lovely was as big as my hand- so I gently bent down and gingerly touched the edge of one, glowing green wing. It took to trembling-- and then I was afraid it couldn't fly, so I gave it another whisper touch, and it flapped and flew up, but quickly landed right in front of the door- sure death for that little one. I tried to put it very carefully on my hand- my mouth just hanging open the whole time- and it FLEW!-- sort of drunkenly at first, and then rose higher and higher, until it was in the sky and being pursued by BIRDS! It looked easily as big as those teenie sputzies (that's what my dad used to call 'em, I don't know what their actual breed is, but they're small.)The luna moth disappeared into the trees, flapping, flapping......
I read online that they only live ONE WEEK! That one was either at the end of its life cycle, or it was chilled in the early morning and getting its bearings. They're nocturnal, and to see one in daytime is a true gift. I feel baptized by that thing. (Everything else yesterday just went downhill-- especially having to now quarantine my female piss-spraying cat to the basement when I got home. Two weeks of that torture is enough...but it still has me down.)
Most things have me down today but the luna was a rare, rare sign of some kind, I just know it. Hell..........probably means I'm gonna die soon. That'd be my luck. God: "See this? ... WHAM!" Well, the moth didn't bring good things, so it must be the opposite sort of omen- like in "Mothman"......yah. Like that.
August 16, 2007~ 6:30pm
Bad, Bad Wiki...
Unless you live in a cave or some outpost in a third world (and maybe not even then)- you probably have fallen under the spell of Wikipedia, the group effort at amassing vast amounts of knowledge on whatever subject under the sun. Anyone can add, anyone can edit- and up until very recently, there was no real way to tell WHO was doing all that shifting and deleting of content. Enter: Virgil Griffths.....sleuth extraordiaire, who's come up with a SCANNER so you can actually SEE who has done all the edits on inflammatory adjectives, excision of pertinent facts- and just out-and-out spinning of information by tracing the ISP numbers on entries. Now who might that be, more likely than anyone else?? Yup. The federal government, politicians, big time corporate interests and right-wing cleaner-uppers from all over. LOL!!! Caught ya with yer pants down, asswipes! Lookie here....
Virgil's WONDERFUL TRUTH MACHINE
If you want to quickly see the more blatant (and hilarious- sometimes maddening edits)- try scoping out this site, which takes a LOT of the work out of it for you: Wiki ID Game. You will howl searching through that. Words like "left wing" are added, or descriptions like "imbecilic" are taken out. It just goes to show you, you can't trust all of us all of the time-- not at all. (But I'm damn glad there's a way to see the footprints.) Thank you, Virgil. "Truth, Justice, and the
but I'm sure Virgil is working on that too.) You can run, but you cannot hide. American ingenuity outs you every time.
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