So, y’all know I love, love, LOVE words, right? This rant (sent to me by a new fellow wordster) by Stephen Frye is just perfect to my ears, mind, and sensibilities. Also, I kinda like the visual style of its speech-to-text, but I can see where some would not. I hope you enjoy!
Remi/Judy just posted a response to THIS prompt, and that caused me to remember this lil blog I posted over 5 years ago. She has urged me to reblog, and I listen to her advice, especially after a couple rum&colas.
The original post started as a question about the colors eggplant vs maroon. Apparently it’s time to add purple to the mix.
Some of you know that my bff is Judy/Remi, therefore we must sometimes disagree. Tonight she responded to this prompt to post photos showing the color eggplant:
I suggested (well, strongly recommended) that she include the photo below in her post, but she declined (well, refused), because she says my t-shirt is maroon and oh-so-not eggplant. My eyes disagree. So, I put it to you, gentle observant occasional readers: does this photo below show me wearing an eggplant-colored t-shirt (as I search for that damned buzzing fly)? Yea or nay?
Late spring, 1973. I was 21 years old, a recent college dropout, working in the chem lab of a manufacturing plant 35 miles south of my new apartment in southeast Missouri. (I’d only recently moved out of my childhood home, a lil too late. Another story.) I was making enough coin to buy myself a sweet ORANGE Porche 914 the fall before. I got off work around 9 pm, and the weather was perfect. I opened the top to my car, turned on the radio, and headed home. About 10 minutes into my drive up the interstate, this song came on the radio. I was mystified, transfixed, flummoxed, awestruck! I had never heard anything like it. It played, and I drank it in, and I craved that the announcer would PLEASE tell me what that song was, WHO performed it! Nope. (It was common back then for the DJs to read the list of upcoming songs, but they often didn’t repeat it at the end of the set. Idiot bastards.) I had no internet to consult, no music-savvy friends to ask. I was stumped for YEARS while that song taunted me, popping up in my brain now & again. Finally, with the dawn of the interwebs, I was rewarded with its identity. Yeah, since then I’ve probably listened to everything Lou Reed put out there. But this one will always be my favorite. It became mine that night I was flying up the interstate with the wind in my hair and radio speakers at full blast.
Judy/Remi/LifeLessons cajoled me into taking a couple updated photos of Little Duck & Big Duck after she posted some of LD’s past adventures tonight. She further cajoled me into posting them on my blog here rather than on hers. Ok, I’ve had just enough rum to accommodate. Continue reading
I’ve debated whether to post this video, but after seeing news of the covidiots blocking access to vaccinations in Los Angeles (No, I won’t post links), I think this is an important message.
(Thanks to BEAU for pointing me to this video.)
I’ve reblogged a couple posts by John Pavlovitz, and now HERE’S ANOTHER. This one I find particularly painful to read, but I think it contains a clear truth that my nation is, so far, slow to learn: that Trump is not the cause, but the result.
I just stumbled across this wonderful video, and I want to share it!
I wrote the first paragraph of this blog in October, 2020, before the U.S. election. Before the January 6 insurrection. I got distracted and didn’t post it. Now I do.
Judy/Remi posted a wonderful summary of an article written by Wade Davis over on her blog. After reading it, I suggested Continue reading
John Pavlovitz has written THIS ARTICLE that provides a fascinating, insightful perspective on those who invaded the U.S. Capitol last week. I’ve reblogged Mr. Pavlovitz once before HERE, where you can see some more of him. Continue reading
For those of you who might not know, I reside (reluctantly) in rural southeast Missouri, so I’ve been able to vote against Josh Hawley in both his election runs (state attorney general & U.S. senate). Not that my blue vote really matters in my red state and even redder small town. Until the 2020 election cycle I did not really disrespect him much, as I believed he Continue reading
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