Sunday, August 31, 2014

The night


The sun goes down. The air is still. There's no sound except the soft hoot of an owl. Where is it? Quiet, again. There is a faint movement between the trees. You strain your eyes to see into the dark. There it is! It's so fast you can't tell where it came from or where it's going. It glides down low. It is silent in flight. You hear a small scream. Dinner.

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Saturday, August 30, 2014

Every time you make the scene you find the joint is jammed





* Very nicely said: Renaming interchange a fitting tribute to Byrne

* Of all the gin joints... Saddleworth pub wins Guinness World Record for stocking most varieties of gin.

* Oh, Carol........................

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Friday, August 29, 2014

Omoidasu harunohi








* We had a flood last night.

* About 12 or 13 years ago, I signed up for, and then promptly forgot about it. Today I got my first friend request.

* Life of Kyu Sakamoto, a Japanese Popular Song Artist:

Kyu Sakamoto (Sakamoto Kyu in Japanese) was born Hisashi Oshima (Oshima Hisashi in Japanese) on 10 November 1941 in Kawasaki City, Kanagawa Prefecture. He made his show business debut in 1960.
His biggest hit, Ue o Muite Aruko (I Look Up When I Walk; Sukiyaki in the West), was released in Japan in 1961. After its release in the U.S. in 1963, the song's earnestness and melodic beauty proved irresistible despite its incomprehensible lyrics. Against all odds, on 15 June 1963, the song ousted Leslie Gore's It's My Party to become the No. 1 popular song in the U.S. (After three weeks at No. 1 on the Billboard chart, Sukiyaki was deposed by Easier Said Than Done by The Essex.) To this date, Sukiyaki remains the biggest international hit by a Japanese popular singer.

* Sukiyaki Meets the World and the world gets to meet Toyama.

* Sukiyaki.

* Hitoribotchi no yoru.... (English lyrics and Japanese.)

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Sunday, August 24, 2014

Some are watching it from the wings


It looked like someone stretched pink gauze across the sky.


Stained glass.


Stained glass.


No wind.


No wind.


Somebody should bottle this and sell it in January.

* The Time That Washington Burned. (Thanks, Rich Miller.)

No one expected that the British infantry would march 50 miles inland to storm the capital. It was too far off, and they would have to slog through woods and dense thickets and brush to achieve their goal. No one even knew their target. There was speculation that they might swing toward Baltimore, Annapolis, or even sites further south.

* Gripping: Polish armour holds SS counter-attack at Mont-Ormel

A lull. We were not short of things to trouble us: the major had been hit in the chest by a shell splinter. We had exhausted our rations, there was scarcely half a bottle of water left per man; ammunition was scarce! Suddenly, over on our left, we heard the sounds of numerous tanks moving! The Canadians! At last! We looked for the green flares. Nothing! We came down to earth: they were German tanks advancing on us.

* 1953: Another St. Louis Summer:

The smellscape, also unmitigated by air-conditioning, was different, too. The heat and humidity would distill the pungent aromas of the fermenting hops in the breweries into an olfactory miasma that settled like a fog over the city. Adding to this yeasty mix were the St. Louis National Stockyards, whose thick, loamy, gamey smells—ripening manure, blood, rancid fats from the slaughterhouse—filled your nostrils. Breathe deeply and you recoiled as the stench hit the bottom of your brain, a reptile memory suddenly brought alive.

* 1922: Sangamon County history: Modern highways got start here:

The experimental road originally was divided into 63 sections ranging from 100 to 250 feet each. Twenty-two sections were brick, 17 asphalt and 24 concrete, “several thicknesses of each type being used … so that the capacity of each section, measured in terms of weight and number of trucks, will be plainly obvious.”

* Beautiful: Businessman donates time, talents to restore stained glass at Oak Ridge.

* Some are standing in the center, giving to get something...

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Saturday, August 23, 2014

Embarrassed by the crowd


DeLorean in the wild. Also, through the windshield. And, yes, if you don't already know, the license plate is accurate.

* "Without the government, there would be no crime." -- Howard Weitzman in his closing argument, without putting on a defense, in the trial of John DeLorean.

* The man.

* I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.......... (Fugees, with Fugees ending, so be warned.)

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