Thoughts on writing, living, and believing…
Another sign of getting old, is that all your childhood friends start to die.
You may not remember the name, but I’m sure you remember Bunny Rabbit, Mr. Moose, and of course, Dancing Bear.
Bon voyage Mr. Allegretti! Thank you for being such a sweet friend to generations of youngsters!
…call a Spartan!
Micajah Reynolds saved a kid’s life last week. No big deal.
Photographer Phillip Jarmain has created a photo essay documenting the past glory of this iconic America city (click on “Art” then “Detroit”).
In an interview with Wired Magazine, he says:
What I’m trying to do is document these buildings carefully and with craft,” Jarmain says. “The buildings are part of a history filled with ingenuity, innovation and entrepreneurship. They’re part of a record that is about brilliant minds coming together to create the capitalist frontier and the middle class of America.
We could spend hours debating all the reasons why such a dynamic and important city is now facing bankruptcy, but like Mr. Jarmain I think it’s better to celebrate the things that made Detroit great.
After viewing these photos, I really feel that the seeds of her revival are lying dormant, just waiting to sprout.
You may not recognize the name, but I’m sure you remember his music…
Continue reading “J.J. Cale, R.I.P.”
Monday was the birthday of the Reverend William Spooner who would have been 169.
Why should you care?
Because the good Rev is the father of the term Spoonerisms, the accidental rearranging of word sounds resulting in unintentionally funny phrases.
A professor at Oxford, Spooner was notoriously absent-minded. A story is told of Spooner inviting a man to tea, “to welcome our new archaeology Fellow.”
Puzzled, the man replied, “But, sir, I am our new archaeology Fellow.”
“Never mind,” Spooner said, “Come all the same.”
My very favorite example of his malaprops:
For now we see through a dark, glassly…
Very glassly indeed!
h/t S.Weasel
