I still think it could all be divided up into 10 increments, rather than the current mish mash of numbers. 10 hours in a day, 10 days a month, 10 months a year, etc.
HFebruary 29, 2020, 1:35 PM
Mrs. (a.k.a. The Possum Queen when she’s not listening) and I committed matrimony on this day 28 years ago.
People who don’t know her very well think that was pretty smart of me, so I’d only have to buy her an anniversary gift every four years. Fat chance of that! She’s been worth it, though, and then some.
KMMFebruary 29, 2020, 2:04 PM
So Happy Anniversary to you Mr H.
And what does she call you when you’re not listening?
HMarch 1, 2020, 4:18 AM
She calls me whatever she wants, whether I’m listening or not!
JackMarch 1, 2020, 7:31 AM
Leap year – schleep year. It’s a novelty. All I desire is to see the US make up its mind between “regular time” and Daylight Saving Time. I want the one where the sun hangs around in the evening so I can enjoy the end of the day with a little extra light…I hate seeing it become dark early but I’ll settle for consistency. Pick one dammit and retire the other.
gwbnycMarch 1, 2020, 9:58 AM
Tyson… ?
CCMarch 1, 2020, 10:13 AM
Ahh, yes, Neil deGrasse Tyson; the affirmative action inheritor of Carl Sagan’s title; while lacking his intellect.
VanderleunMarch 1, 2020, 10:43 AM
You can take it as read that I am fully up to datea with the career of Tyson but in this case the facts he brings are interesting, even fascinating. I generally don’t run a purity test on items I’m using to make or illuminate a particular point. If I did that stuff would be scant indeed.
VanderleunMarch 1, 2020, 10:44 AM
Not surea if either Sagan or Tyson were giant intellects in any subject other than “Explaining things simply.”
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
NEW Real World Address for Complaints, Brickbats, and Donations
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
The Leap Year as Explained by Neil deGrasse Tyson: “I was sitting here minding my own business but you had to ask; you had to ask about the calendar.”
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
Gerard Van der Leun
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
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I still think it could all be divided up into 10 increments, rather than the current mish mash of numbers. 10 hours in a day, 10 days a month, 10 months a year, etc.
Mrs. (a.k.a. The Possum Queen when she’s not listening) and I committed matrimony on this day 28 years ago.
People who don’t know her very well think that was pretty smart of me, so I’d only have to buy her an anniversary gift every four years. Fat chance of that! She’s been worth it, though, and then some.
So Happy Anniversary to you Mr H.
And what does she call you when you’re not listening?
She calls me whatever she wants, whether I’m listening or not!
Leap year – schleep year. It’s a novelty. All I desire is to see the US make up its mind between “regular time” and Daylight Saving Time. I want the one where the sun hangs around in the evening so I can enjoy the end of the day with a little extra light…I hate seeing it become dark early but I’ll settle for consistency. Pick one dammit and retire the other.
Tyson… ?
Ahh, yes, Neil deGrasse Tyson; the affirmative action inheritor of Carl Sagan’s title; while lacking his intellect.
You can take it as read that I am fully up to datea with the career of Tyson but in this case the facts he brings are interesting, even fascinating. I generally don’t run a purity test on items I’m using to make or illuminate a particular point. If I did that stuff would be scant indeed.
Not surea if either Sagan or Tyson were giant intellects in any subject other than “Explaining things simply.”