I have many fond memories of listening to radio dramas back in the day. Amos and Andy, The Shadow, etc; they were really before my time, but radio stations re-broadcasted them regularly when I was a kid.
I’ve met some interesting folks at Google+. One of them is Michaela Hutfles, who it seems lives in Vermont. Is there really a town called Cobalt City? She and some friends have produced a series of modern audio stories which you can access here:
Panic At The Marketplace
Entomological fantasies! I’ve never before typed the first word in the previous sentence. Three “o”s in a row, separated by consonants — will wonders never cease!
I’ve been a fan of John Lithgow ever since he so masterfully and wittily acted as the father, Dick Solomon, on the sitcom Third Rock From The Sun.
Here is an excellent example of his Shakespearean acting ability, a rendition of a press release by Newt Gingrich, our only amphibian politician:
I got a kick out of this; I’ve had many cats over the years and many times have wondered what they were thinking:
Higgs, not the boson!
I like flowcharts created by geeks trying to make sense of the world! Thanks go to Michelle Beissel for this image.
A brilliant photographer named Dusty Gedge had this to say about a photo by Jukka Otsamo posted on Google+:
“Fantastic 🙂 Who needs designers when nature is so much better…”
This is like a third-level passing-along of a photo. So common these days, as links get passed back and forth!
I’m reminded of a conversation I had with a potter who once lived in Bethel, Missouri. He used old French designs in his glazes; he was and probably still is quite skilled at his trade.
I was examining one of his pots, a very pretty one, well-executed indeed.
I think that the potter was taken aback when I said:
“I do like this. But you should realize what your competition is. When I can go outside and see something in the natural world which outshines any human endeavor…”
I really like this web comic strip, on a par with xkcd:
Here is something, a rather nice poem that Joan sent me:
If Pigs Could Fly
If pigs could fly,
Then what would I
Desire for my serenity?
That wars would cease
And we’d have peace
Plus social equanimity.
And common ground
Could then be found
Tween factions of religions,
While now they pray
Unsure if they
Will not soon be clay pigeons.
If pigs could fly
The rich would buy
Less stuff for having fun,
And use, instead,
That cash for bread
For people who have none.
Would try to please
Their workers just as much
With prime folders; Standard and Poors and such.
If pigs could fly,
I’d cheer! No lie.
Cause that would indicate
Man’s inhumanity to man
Might cease, If not too late.
Though dream I might, Of pigs in flight, A sow is still a sow.
And man is man.
I doubt he can
Change what he is right now.
If pigs could fly,
Each man would try
To co-opt every pig,
And here we’d be
Again, you see,
Dancing the same old jig.
I liked the phrasing! Very eloquent, I thought.
I was at a local cut-rate grocery store this morning, buying a couple of items. I pulled into the parking lot and there was a Quincy police car there.
I’m a bit wary of policemen in general since a couple of arrests and jail stays in Hannibal.
The cop was just leaving when I paid for my purchases. I asked the clerk, a woman in her forties, why he had been there.
“Oh, some kid left his bike here overnight. We can’t have that! I know the boy, he lives around here.”
I went out to the parking lot and found the cop inspecting and photographing the bike. I approached him and asked, “So what do you do with abandoned bikes and such?”
The officer said, “We keep them, and every now and then we auction them off.”
“Where do you keep them in the meantime?”
He said, “We have a storage room down at the station. You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff we end up with!”
I walked on and got in my truck. It was nice to have a friendly exchange with a cop!
I loved this, a joint effort of Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert, a musical encounter between a Christian and a Jew:
Thanks go to my old friend Mark Nemoyten for posting this on FB!