At the urging of a friend, I took an online personality test. It consisted of a series of 65 questions, each prompting me to choose one thing or another … questions on the order of Have you ever seriously considered whether God could create a rock bigger than himself? and Would you rather drink an entire cup of egg yolk or golden syrup?
Once I completed the test I was informed that I was of the…
A came across a stash of old photos recently. They were part of a collection belonging to my Grandpa and my Grandma, then later to my aunt and uncle. Among the photos was this one of my cousin Tommy, as he was then known. He was probably 5 at the time. I recognized the sweatshirt he is wearing. I’m sure I had one similar. Tommy and his brother, Billy, may have been with Grandma and me. (I was Richie.)
Walt Disney Productions released Davy Crockett: King of the Wild Frontier in 1955. I was 6-years old. I must have been staying with my Grandmother while my parents were on a vacation. I remember walking with Grandma to the theater and seeing the movie.
Westerns were a regular feature of Saturday morning television, so my indoctrination into the mythos of the American frontier was already well underway. I think Davy Crockett may have been my first hero. I remember an intense desire to wear a coonskin hat. Never happened.
I’m half-horse, half-alligator and a little attached with snapping turtle. I’ve got the fastest horse, the prettiest sister, the surest rifle and the ugliest dog in Texas. My father can lick any man in Kentucky… and I can lick my father. I can hug a bear too close for comfort and eat any man alive opposed to Andy Jackson.
Davy would boast, but those boasts probably succeeded to awe more than inspire me. I didn’t accomplish great things: I didn’t die at the Alamo … or at least, not yet.
Davy’s sidekick, George Russell, may have uttered the more insightful observation:
Davy Crockett: I’ve been doing some thinking.
George Russell: Me, too. You know, we’re pretty far down the river. Ain’t it about time we decide where we’re going?
Musical soundtrack to “The Returned” Original title: Les Revanants. (Ghosts)
Birthdays seemed to be important to her. I noted that a good number of her FB Friends posted their greetings. I sent her a letter via Post, in hopes that the novelty of a letter would elicit a response. Nada. I’d considered sending her a corked bottle containing a small amount of sand … a message.
Think now I’ll can the operation: Un-Friend her so I won’t be reminded or tempted or may better move…
I’ve dreamed of a program like ScopeWorks. If this were available in the 60s (along with computers, etc.) I might never have made it out of the decade. As it is, I’m now in my 60s with time to enjoy nifty little software programs that may lead to hours of entertainment and artistic experimentation. The artist will enjoy exploring the use of color, form & content and how they come together to…
I’ve dreamed of a program like ScopeWorks. If this were available in the 60s (along with computers, etc.) I might never have made it out of the decade. As it is, I’m now in my 60s with time to enjoy nifty little software programs that may lead to hours of entertainment and artistic experimentation. The artist will enjoy exploring the use of color, form & content and how they come together to produce ofttimes stunning still AND animated visual effects. Augmentation enticing, but not necessary.
whoa boy … One of these wouldn’t be cool if moments we all must have sometime … something once dreamed or a vision born from hallucinations … or a sound you’ve not heard before. Only this day you notice what appears to be a path through the forest and you follow the path to see where it goes. This trail leads to an altogether different place than what you’d come to expect.
Ghost Town, by First Aid Kit
Pink Moon turns into Blood Moon.
Total lunar eclipse may be seen CST starting at midnight, reaching totality around 2 a.m.
The nickname Pink Moon was given to the April full moon by Native Americans, who associated it with the appearance of blooming moss pink (wild ground phlox). Other names for the April full moon are the Sprouting Grass Moon, the Egg Moon, and the Fish Moon.
The term blood moon comes from the reddish-orange hue that comes from the longer red light waves from the sun that ring the Earth as the moon passes through its shadow during a full eclipse.