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This was mentioned on NPR in a story on micro blogging (Twitter etc.). Looks fun.
I went to the NPR site and relistened to the story — this time not in the car and actively listening. No mention of “Haikuist” – closest were words “. . haiku is to . . “. Please forgive the error.
Ma and I went to the Cleveland Museum of Art this afternoon to bask in some culture. We saw most impressive collections of art in beautiful galleries. One piece, however, really stuck in my mind. It was a Japanese scroll (ink on paper) from 1300. The subject was a humorous tale of a man with a talent — “musical flatulence”. Now, I can’t recall the story from memory, but there was something about his friends convincing him to consume a laxative . . . and something about him soiling himself during a subsequent performance [tee hee]. Anyway . . . I could imagine Sebastian and Caleb sharing such a tale as they walked along at Hocking Hills.
Oh, and in case you think I’m pulling your leg — SEE THE ITEM HERE .
My recollection was close, no?
Watching Disney’s “Peter Pan” with Caleb while Owen & Grandpa take much-needed naps, I am surprised at the political incorrectness of a childhood fave. The depiction of Native Americans in caricature and dialect is pretty bad, and makes Cleveland’s Chief Wahoo mascot look practically complimentary. I haven’t mentioned anything to Caleb, since he hasn’t reacted or commented, but I feel some moderate culture shock. The parents won’t have to worry that next time I’ll rent “Song of the South” for the grandsons’ viewing pleasure. This was icky enough.
Speaking of culture shock, I got my Golden Buckeye Card in the mail today. Goody.
Am I the only one who is friggin’ tired of the shrill Michael Jackson “news” stories? Granted, his death was unexpected, his life story one of professional triumph and personal sadness and bizarre behavior. BUT has he been in any way relevant for the last 15 years? His musical genius was eclipsed by gradual descent into–what? mental illness? paranoia? physical excess? pedophilia? Whatever. Mother Theresa got less press when she died. It’s time to move on, media guys. He was an entertainer, not a saint.
(Oh good grief. A local weatherman just announced that he’s been contacted by some random woman viewer who went to a MJ concert back in the day and may provide some pictures for Fox 8 to post. Aarrrggghh!)
On the other hand, I guess it’s good that, during all this Michael Jackson mania, there hasn’t been a report of any notable politician being caught in flagrante delicto. That also is getting kinda old, dontcha think?
I’m done geezing for now. Larry thinks I’m turning into a curmudgeon.
I don’t go to too many movies: there just aren’t many that sound interesting enough to shell out the money to watch in the theater, and, even when the movie DOES sound intriguing, I’m usually bitterly disappointed. A case in point: my excitement about the latest Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy a couple years ago. (I think we can all agree that THAT was one dog of a movie whose directors, producers and actors should have been turned over to the Vogons for appropriate punishment.) But then I heard today that Julie and Julia will be coming out this summer: a movie about Julia Child–my idol!–and the blogger who made every single recipe in Julia’s “Mastering the Art of French Cooking” bible. And the best part? Meryl Streep is cast as Julia Child! Woohoo! I am ridiculously happy that the movie is being made–I’ve loved Julia Child for 40 years! I can’t wait to see it!
With Daniel still in town for spring break, we were finally able to take him out to lunch at the Vegiterranean today, after talking about it forever. It did not disappoint–we were all very, very happy with our lunch selections. As we were paying and preparing to leave, who should walk in but Vegiterranean owner and Pretenders lead singer, Chryssie Hynde, resplendent in a Rubber City Clothing hoodie, skinny jeans, and punk rock scowl. Seriously, she looked like quite the cranky individual. And she was a mere ten feet from our table. Dan, with all the smoothness and suavity acquired from his position as talent wrangler for the OSU student board, whipped out his phone and prepared to take a surreptitious picture of our local rock star. As he was pointing his snowy-white phone that looked remarkably like a camera, the diva turned and directed a disdainful glare at Dan. He very coolly lowered the phone, feigned a continued conversation with us, and we all slunk out the door, tails tucked. I was glad to leave the place unscathed. That bitch has ATTITUDE.
This is my second glued up project. It’s a cutting or serving board.
Trivet. Trivet.
. . . [insert chuckle here]
Trivet
I’ve wanted to try something like this for some time. It was as challenging, as I expected — especially so without a planer to smooth the top. The pattern was not the most efficient for clamping during gluing, but I like the look. The top was finally smoothed (after too many attempts) using the router. A few router marks remain, but I’m happy, and I learned a few things.
I found Monty Python Online linked from the Monty Python Channel on Youtube. These are a couple of great sites to waste time while lifting your spirits.
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