Sunday, 07/22/2018

Beautiful burn. SPS, I love you! You are a jewel! Whoosh!


Heading back home from their lunar campsite...

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July 22, 9:41 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

Woe to the straggler who falls by the wayside! no friend shall close his eyes.

By the Waters of Babylon:

10. They leave behind, the grape, the olive, and the fig; the vines they planted, the corn they sowed, the garden-cities of Andalusia and Aragon, Estremadura and La Mancha, of Granada and Castile; the altar, the hearth, and the grave of their fathers. 

11. The townsman spits at their garments, the shepherd quits his flock, the peasant his plow, to pelt with curses and stones; the villager sets on their trail his yelping cur. 

12. Oh the weary march, oh the uptorn roots of home, oh the blankness of the receding goal! 

13. Listen to their lamentation: They that ate dainty food are desolate in the streets; they that were reared in scarlet embrace dunghills. They flee away and wander about. Men say among the nations, they shall no more sojourn there; our end is near, our days are full, our doom is come. 

14. Whither shall they turn? for the West hath cast them out, and the East refuseth to receive. 

15. O bird of the air, whisper to the despairing exiles, that to-day, to-day, from the many-masted, gayly-bannered port of Palos, sails the world-unveiling Genoese, to unlock the golden gates of sunset and bequeath a Continent to Freedom! 

Emma Lazarus.

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July 22, 9:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

So, Did We Miss Anything?

Got back from a Birfday Camping Trip with our newly-minted 6yo.  With the exception of a brief period with network access, we've been blissfully aware of 45's twittergasms, etc.  Happy to see Team Corvette did great in CT as soon as we got in wireless range.  Unpacking vehicle, removing woodsy grime, catching up, bloggy stuff to come.

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July 22, 1:03 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (2)

Tuesday, 07/17/2018

Cecil B. De Aldrin is standing by for instructions.


Away we go!

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July 17, 11:08 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

You want to touch big animals

Werewolf on the Moon:

It is somewhat a farce
There is no state — not since Bolshevik
word set foot there — only a river
 
bearing the name & you
commissioned the research: to study everyone
with a name on the Red List
 
of Threatened Species, to house
data online at programmes.putin.kremlin.ru,
to visit them all & each visit
 
to carry an air gun & a satchel
of tranquilizer darts, to shoot, to topple,
to affix the GPS collar, to caress
 
the fur (in the case of the whale
the skin) & muse to scientists about 
the big, sleepy oaf:
 
Would she remember, or eat you, or both?

Amanda Calderon.

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July 17, 10:07 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Monday, 07/16/2018

Sadie 6 Launch Is A Go


Birfday week for the Almost-Six-Year-Old commences!

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July 16, 11:10 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

“Now I understand,” said the last man.

Alphabet's End:

So I'll speak ill of the dead. A was crooked,
planting the small left finger of the raccoon in the upholstery
before he sold the car. B made certain to point out Celia's
bewildered look before her pink slip came in the flimsy institution.
In the videos of C, a jejune overwhelmed the cast.
 
D built dollhouses. Even Lonnie down at Shell
found him less a man for it, the night they went off to see the stock
cars break. I wanted E's hair, but by the end it was no more. F
refused alms, pulling the man up by his shirt in the street, and
G sought rewards. Marybeth said H fondled her for sport.
 
Now you, I, Smokey, hell
bent on a village version of Club 21, embarrassed by our attentions.
Mistrust it was. Dig me a chamber of preparedness.

Susan Wheeler.

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July 16, 10:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Destroyer Of Worlds

We're still all sons of bitches:

The world's first nuclear explosion occurred on July 16, 1945, when a plutonium implosion device was tested at a site located 210 miles south of Los Alamos on the barren plains of the Alamogordo Bombing Range, known as the Jornada del Muerto. Inspired by the poetry of John Donne, J. Robert Oppenheimer code-named the test Trinity.

Hoisted atop a 150-foot tower, the plutonium device, or Gadget, detonated at precisely 5:30 a.m. over the New Mexico desert, releasing 18.6 kilotons of power, instantly vaporizing the tower and turning the surrounding asphalt into green sand. Seconds after the explosion came an enormous blast, sending searing heat across the desert and knocking observers to the ground. The success of the Trinity test meant that an atomic bomb using plutonium could be readied for use by the U.S. military.

Isn't that nice...

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July 16, 10:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

“I must avow to your Majesty, I have no attachment but to my own country.”

This Twitter thread on Her Majesty's choices of brooches to deal with His Treasonous Orange Motherfucker reminded me of John Adams' meeting with King George III for some reason.

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July 16, 9:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)